you've got all the right patches
none of your records have scratches
you've been to all the hip shows
and you're wearing just the right clothes
and when I see you at the show
the conversation doesn't flow
something is wrong
and I can't see just why you have to be so mean
you used to be nice
now you've got punk rocks in your head

we started out knowing nothing
a bunch of dorks new to "the scene"
we all bitch about "the scene"
but now there's something in between
you're quoting everybody else
you're not thinking for yourself
just like everybody else
you're just another dumbass with punk rocks in your head

what is so different about you?
exactly what do I have to do
to measure up to your standards?
to escape your slander?
forget it, you can save your breath
your stupid game bores me to death
and I know you'll never get it
your attitude just makes me sick
you're such an asshole
now you've got punk rocks in your head
you used to be nice
now you've got punk rocks in your head