You got portable DVDs
You got iPods, I got CDs
You live in mansions in the gated communities
Tell me, what sucks so much about that?

Well they keep saying I'm not worth it
That I'm just a lousy, good-for-nothing punk
Well I don't care, I really don't care
Why should I now? I've lived my life without any luck
I don't want to hear you talk
Hey you, why don't you shut up?

Gonna go against the mass opinion
Gonna fight stereotypical discrimination
We're gonna show you "lower-class"
Gonna fight bigotted, biased idealisms
Gonna keep on living in one big fantasy-ism
Don't tell me what to do, don't tell us who we are
Working up from the rock bottom, still not very far

You say you hate conformity
You keep trying to conform me
You say you hate authority
Don't you know anarchy sucks?
Stop quoting the Sex Pistols
You aren't even from the UK
Stop telling you I'm bringing you down, man
'Cause spreading lies just ain't okay!

We're the self-titled emperors of freedom
We do whatever the Hell we please
Call it what you will, call it misguided youth
It's not our fault we don't like authority
So what if we do?
We're smart enough to know what's best
Don't call us communists
Just because we have the nerve to fight
Don't tell us that we're wrong
Because by law, being wrong is our right

Gonna go slaughter the mother of invention
Gonna fight materialistic institutions
We're not trying to get you on our side
Gonna beat the corporate bad guys
Gonna keep on living in our clever disguise
Of your average teenage punks, who don't know what they're talking about
This is gonna be one huge blow-out

We're writing on the wall:
"This is gonna be the greatest one yet"
We're never gonna fall
Looks like this is the best we'll get
We aren't what you'd call
People who are your average come-and-go-again
We're picking up the slack
And we're gonna spread it from here to Brooklyn