Punk Fiction

Into a new age with our sound of rage
Accustomed ways might go but the purpose wonīt

[Chorus:]
Doomsday will come, weīll still be around
the seed of our cult will not die
itīs a kind of prediction - this ainīt no PUNK FICTION

Down the alleyways shirts for a sell-out price
No more D.I.Y. - bought from C&A

Thereīs much more behind this fashionpunk-parade
It needs to be opportune, nostalgiaīs a movements doom
the spirit will survive, the flame is still alive but the faces change

Sitting in my room at night wild beats hit my mind
Pulsing through my veins, I canīt live without that noise

[Chorus:]
All trends will die out and weīll still be around
and hang out in gangs on the street
itīs a kind of prediction - this ainīt no PUNK FICTION