What could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy
What's in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining your own kind
Need I remind you, we all knew you before
You threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just because it's in
You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins

Got a peaceful feeling
I don't want to fight no more
Got a peaceful feeling
I don't care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore
Enough for you, it's sad but true
You can call us names till your face turns blue
Our assurance comes from God
It's nothing new
We'll never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you

That smug look on your face
Your nose up in the air
Your patches say you're open-minded
But still you couldn't bear
Some punk thrown in with ska
You said it wouldn't work
Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk
The purist turns a deaf ear
He's such an intellect
Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one