Where are the punks?
Where are the rude boys?
They're taking our voice
You're making no noise
Where are the punks?
Where are the rude boys?
There's nazis marching up and down the street
No opposing punks out there for them to meet
Afraid to fight?
Then let your patches speak
Bigots never take the time to read
The clubs we used to run are all locked down
Gentrifications taking over this whole town
Police push us out of sight and under ground
Expecting that we'll never make a sound
Rudys looking at the mirror in the bathroom
Can't recognize the man that he's turned into
Reflections yelling "pressures gonna drop on you!
All that you're doing is wrong"
Cuz Rudy joined the military when they promised him pay
Sold his records and his Cadi
Everything with his name
Now he fights for corporations and a fascist regime
Rudys just a part of the machine
I've been from city to city
And what I've seen isn't pretty
And if you're seeing what I'm seeing
You know the scene isn't seeming
To be the same
Do you hear me?
Do you think this is something that we can save?
Where are the punks?
Where are the rude boys?
They're taking our voice
You're making no noise
Where are the punks?
Where are the rude boys?
This town is coming like a ghost town
Where are the punks?
Where are the rude boys?
They're taking our voice
You're making no noise
Where are the punks?
Where are the rude boys?