Back in the nineties I lost my soul to the sound of punk The days in the concrete jungle -- and misery I brought me hope in a dark and fucked up world I hated myself and everyone else
Got to find a way out Before the road leads you down to hell Got to find a way out
I had a dream So tired of getting in trouble I decided to start a punk rock band So here we are playing punk in a fucked up world And it still keeps me hanging on