The Punks Are Writing Love Songs

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Blast beats, arena seats
And a ringtone by The Saints (ooo ooo)
Don’t know much about those weekend punks
But I’ve heard they have a claim to fame
Street fights and open mikes
Where the bar chords meet the beats (ooo ooo)
Anthems written for the discontent
But the eyeliner is key
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hoods up
Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo)
Bats out
Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo)
Blast beats
Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh)
They’re taking lyrics from the teddy boys
They sing «attack, attack, attack»
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Has-beens and safety pins
Avoid The Voidoids and their curse (ooo ooo)
You want your record on the radio
You’d better sweeten up that verse
Abbreviate the longish names
You can bet that hearts will beat (ooo ooo)
The sort-of clever and nostalgic ones
Will sing their poems at breakneck speed
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hoods up
Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo)
Bats out
Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo)
Blast beats
Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh)
They’re taking lyrics from the teddy boys
They sing «attack, attack, attack»
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)