I broke the neck on my guitar
and told her how its going to be
and later when you left the room
i whispered you can fUcking die.
Every time your back was turned
i put the finger in the air
and every time you turn around
i hide it cause i know it hurts
wheres my Punk Spirit?
when i need it
wheres my Punk Spirit?
when i need it
the only thing i got faith in
is clinging onto the ground
now every time the planet spins
i turn myself around.
Prolling out my best white flags
i found you ways to take my pride
my bodys in a body bag
but im still alive
wheres my Punk Spirit?
when i need it
wheres my Punk Spirit?
when i need it
wheres my punk spirt?
when i need it
wheres my Punk Spirit?
when i need it