The Weather Underground

I’ve seen pictures
And I’ve seen postcards
Of the way things are supposed to be
Kids in kitchens
Shows in classrooms
Screaming along to broken PA’s
And all along I though we,
Lost it by getting drunk and passing out
And all along, I knew we had it, We had it
So lets take up arms,
It’s us against the,
Lets make a punk a threat again
And you know it, and I know it
We got to much heart
And I hear Music
I see a Revolution
Wohhhhooooo
And I’m tired of cool kids
And I’m tired of makeup
I’m tired of being told I fucked up
I’m not punk enough
I’m not x enough NO
I’m not what I’m supposed to be
Yeah that’s ok with me
So lets take up arms,
It’s us against them
Lets make a punk a threat again
And you know it, I know it, we got to much heart