Boxcar

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 like her mind.

She hates the scene.

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?

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

You're on your own.

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

You're on your own.