Cornered in the alleyway, back street kids live for today We're kinda weird to you, you can't stand anything we do We have the right to choose,'cause were born to lose We may be fucking sick, at least we know were free My mind is not for rent, I won't listen to what you say You better take a hard look, we are sick of your rules By the ink on my skin, you can see that im the real thing Up the fucking punx, our sound is fucking strong PROUD TO BE PUNK! WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK! PROUD TO BE PUNK! WOOOOAAAHH PROUD TO BE PUNK! WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK! PROUD TO BE PUNK! UP THE PUNKS! You can put us down You can call us names Try to divide us By trying to classify us Call me many names Tell me punk is dead The more you try to bring us down The stronger we will get