Punk Fiction

Into a new age with our sound of rage
Accustomed ways might go but the purpose won’t
Doomsday will come, we’ll still be around
The seed of our cult will not die
It’s a kind of prediction — this ain’t no PUNK FICTION
Down the alleyways shirts for a sell-out price
No more D.I.Y. — bought from C&A
There’s much more behind this fashionpunk-parade
It needs to be opportune, nostalgia’s a movements doom
The spirit will survive, the flame is still alive but the faces change
Sitting in my room at night wild beats hit my mind
Pulsing through my veins, I can’t live without that noise
All trends will die out and we’ll still be around
And hang out in gangs on the street
It’s a kind of prediction — this ain’t no PUNK FICTION