"You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone
Save your breath, I never was one
You don't know what I'm all about
Like killing cops and reading Kerouac
My enemies are all too familiar
They're the ones who used to call me friend
I'm coloring outside your guidelines
I was passing out when you were passing out your rules
One. Two. Three. Four.
Who's punk, what's the score?
Got a friend
Her name is Boxcar
Cigarettes and beer in El Sob
Her hair was blue, now it's green
I love her mind
She hates the scene
You're on your own
You're all alone"
