I want to fight with the law
But I don't know anything about it
I want to hug with a UFO
I say fuck off to my president

My Ma & Pa my favorite pets
I take the cash & send to hell
their ugly souls with drunken faces
The garage's life is in my pace

I am punk with funny hair and I want to beat you up
The anarchy is pretty word and I realy want this stuff

I'll never shine but I'll play 3 chords 'till I die
I'll never shine but who knows maybe I will go so far?

The goverment is full of shit
Nobody needs this anymore
Only freedom pretty fit
To my concepts of perfect world

The other culters will be destroyed
With all it's sentimental poison
I'm 12 years old and I'm not blind
I'll be hole 13 to-morrow