Punk by the Book

Covered in leather, or plaid patches, or metal studs
Your hair is dyed or spiked with glue
You only talk to those who look and act the way you do
Cause you think you’re so fuckin' cool
Punk, punk, punk
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
You say that punk to you is what’s in your mind
Not what you wear
But you know you’re so full of shit!
You scoff at how the cops treat you
But they’re no worse than dicks like you
I just can’t understand what you’re thinking
Punk, punk, punk
Punk by the book
Punk, punk, punk
Punk by the book
Punk, punk, punk
Punk by the book
Punk, punk, punk
Punk by the book
Hey
Hey
You’re punk by the book
Hey
Hey
You’re punk by the book
Book