They come in droves trying to look mean Fake blue dreads & they're wearing baggy jeans They think they're cool they think they're tough But we know better they're just pups
[Chorus:] Who writes your rules for rebellion You'll buy anything that they're sellin' Who writes your rules, who writes your rules Who writes your rules for rebellion
Standing on the streets beggin' for my loot Well I won't give you nothing except for my boot You scream "Fuck the System" but you're the systems tool Look at yourself man you're looking at a fool
You're trendy fucks you're hippies with spikes You're everything I hate & you're nothing I like You know everything and you're only sixteen You claim to be punks but you don't support the scene