Folk Punk 2

Why don't we write a little happy song With depressing undertones That represents our groomed presence And our destructive lifestyles Let's go back to a time In which we didn't have to fucking think About the crazy shit we did For we were inherently crazy I wanna go to a house show See some really cool punk bands Smoke a pack of cigarettes And a bowl if we can Let's go back to sneaking out Leaving our mothers scared Just to come home and say Sorry Mom And tell them that we cared And not to worry Let's go back to shit talking God Shit talking our government Complaining about capitalists Who are against the common interest Let's have a say in what's going on After all we're old enough Let's stand up to the fascist F*ck you Donald Trump Push our anarchist agenda way down your fucking throat Like the pills you tried to push on me Try to fix what isn't broke Go ahead call us naive That we don't know a thing Then put us in a fucking cell It's dangerous that we think Hey