Testo di Feeling Lucky, Punk?

It don't mean shit To me or you That punk rock ain't Ain't nothing new I'm not the kind To go defend My beliefs 'Cause of a dying trend It's just something We always knew And not because It's hip to do So rebel for a year or two Then get your mortgage, lawn and car You never really knew Now that you're old and jaded Suicide just seems so over-rated You live life by the text That makes me feel disgusted, bored and vexed On your mark Get set, go High school's out- Let's go make some dough They put up with Your crazy ways When you were young Like it was a phase I guess they were right 'Cause now at night You go home and bathe in the TV light At 23 I'd rather be A punk out on the street Than what they wanted me to be