Punx with brains

No money to pay
For the lower door-price
But a beer in the hand
And a twelve-pack in their bag

They don't have the slightest idea
Of what it is to set up a gig
They can't even imagine
We share responsibilities

Ch:
Punx, punx, punx with brains

You wanna leave school
So you think you'll be free
What happens in the end ?
You're fodder for their factories

You're victimized, you're innocent,
You lose control over your sense
You waste your life, you're a non-sense
Build up your mind for resistance !

Ch:
Punx, punx, punx with brains


Yes we matter when nobody cares !