Songtext von Punx with Brains

No money to pay For the lower door-price But a beer in the hand And a twelve-pack in their bag They don't have the slightest idea Of what it is to set up a gig They can't even imagine We share responsibilities Punx, punx, punx with brains You wanna leave school So you think you'll be free What happens in the end? You're fodder for their factories You're victimized, you're innocent, You lose control over your sense You waste your life, you're a non-sense Build up your mind for resistance! Punx, punx, punx with brains Yes we matter when nobody cares!