Society is so crummy It can’t get any worse There is no point in posing threats We sit and watch it rot They say punk-rock should wake up The careless souls from sleep Well, if our voices (are) not that loud We still can live with it I’d say the self-fulfillment Is what it comes down to We do our best to do our best And see if it goes through I won’t lie to you There are days when I Have an urge to stop and to draw the line But the joy that comes From these silly bits Makes us carry on, for some time at least We use a foreign language To make our message clear Perhaps it’s not the best decision But frankly it just fits We’re not obsessed with touring (We) don’t do a lot of shows Just hope that bunch of decent people (will) Appreciate the songs Our friends have warned us: “You’ll be a Myspace band” But now it’s clear that they were wrong Since we’re not Myspace band I won’t lie to you There are days when I Have an urge to stop and to draw the line But the joy that comes From these silly bits Makes us carry on, for some time at least