A Clean Head And A Clear Conscience

Pull the syringe away from my arm
And watch it fall to the floor
(I have decided) My tomorrow does not need you
All your talk and all your ideals
Run from your mouth, rapid and dirty
So all you scene kids
Bow your heads to the «kings of your scene»
And abide by their punk rock laws and man-made ideals
As for me, Ill stay sober