Canât you see we have no choice,
canât you hear freedoms voice.
Canât you tell were gonna be ourselves,
whether we have a choice or not
Wonât you see they silence your voice,
so punk rock is our only choice.
Wonât you see itâs about being yourself,
whatever fuckin choice youâve got
Resting on a bench, slogans stained up on a fence.
I sit right here and wonder why nothing makes sense.
A busker on the street plays alone outside a store,
should I save my pennies and hand them to the poor.
No clue and no future - The only future is the one you make.
No warmth and no shelter - At this rate it wonât be that great.
No clue and no future - Itâs up to you what you really want to do.
No warmth and no shelter for you.
Sitting on a corner of this road without a notion,
in a fucked up city I stand today, no reconciliation.
Hand some sense to the busker, it wonât cure animosity,
but in the end itâs what matters and itâs best for you and me
True no one can tell you who to be - Oh No
So no-one can ever grind you down - No Way
One simple answers all thatâs left - This is all it takes
Two simple words will make it clear - FUCK YOU
Thereâs a future for you, thereâs shelter for you
Yeah you can have a clue