Punk's not dead

Say to me that punk is dead
I wish to go murder them
Don't like the music, don't like the words
You can all piss off to your own

Punk's not dead I know
Punk's not dead I know
Punk's not dead I know
Punk's not dead, I know it's not

We're old punks and we don't care
We're boot boys who dye our hair
Leather jackets, jeans and boots
Run about every night

It across to any law
Have no fear till the day I die
Swearing at yooz who walk around
Don't like it, I'll hit you to the ground

Yeah!