Looking back now seems to me to be all right, I’m still trying to be like I ever was. I don’t forget those bands we started when we were fourteen Could be, we’ve changed as you expect. But we’re as punks as yesterday. Now you say again that we aren’t on the scene, but I think this scene has changed at least for me Now there are lots things to complain, and I am still complaining And people like you, who believe that myspace helps bands just like yours What do you have to say Haven’t you talk enough? With all your empty words Come on, you just get out here Come on, and I say Looking at me there’s no difference between who I used to be, That’s my way It seems to look like the junk you don’t want to be. What’s going on with you? What’s going on? Fuck you! Don’t come to see my shows, If you don’t want to do I am not asking anyone! Looking at me there’s no difference between who I used to be, That’s my way It seems to look like the junk you don’t want to be.