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Sometimes I feel I'm out of place
Sometimes I feel I'm out of time
I don't belong to this society
But it's not like me to take it quiet
It's my job
to do the best of punk Rock
In New York or Brasilia
We got what we need to start
To push them back to freak them out
To party all night and rock you out
