Punk rock in the wrong hands lyrics

Being in a punk rock band, being into punk rock, being into hardcore doesn't mean jack sh*t. Doesn't mean diddly squat. Doesn't mean one f*cking thing. You have to use your involvement to shock people. You have to get other people who don't know anything about punk rock. You have to get the butcher at the butcher shop. You have to get the local army recruiting officer in his business. You have to let them know that you think they are sh*t the way that they told to other people that they think you're sh*t

I am a prisoner in a war of idiots
The stomping feet of walking hypocrites

Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp

Pave the way of a brave tomorrow
(Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)
Choke the throat of passion and sorrow
(Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)
Kill my drifting breeze of thought
(Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)
I have been captured, I have been caught
(Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)

I am a prisoner in a war of idiots
The stomping feet of walking hypocrites
Pave the way of a brave tomorrow
Choke the throat of passion and sorrow
Kill my drifting breeze of thought
I have been captured, I have been f*cking caught
I'm doing fine, I'm feeling well, deep inside my dark well cell
I'm doing fine, I'm feeling well, deep inside my dark well cell