Punk or Lust

Bang and blare these sweaty prayers
Feed your skull
We’re accidents, whores and wrecks
You’re not alone
We are fucked up I know
On this junk we’ve been told
Punk or lust?
This machine, let it bleed
Let it explode
They kicked our teeth, called us freaks
You’re not alone
We are fucked up I know
On this junk we’ve been told
Punk or lust?
They don’t know the power of amplifiers
Or the gutter is where we feel alive
They don’t know the only thing left’s to write
In this heaven of the angry, young and wild