Trendy winds are blowing through my hair the punk-elite are checking everything I wear I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own cause what I am is what I will be Don't need you or your crew to tell me what to do everyday when you try to waste my time I waste a rhyme Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong you're an idiot and looser if you go their way cause you don't need no one-track crew now sometimes I can't understand what's wrong to all you suckers we dedicate this song