A Punk Rock Tale of Woe

You see your life, it’s going nowhere
You wonder why, check out your mohawk hair
Got no girl but an online degree
Knuckle tattoos and countless felonies
Get out, get out
It’s time to take a different route
Get out, get out, get out, get out
I’m sick and I’m tired of hearing you pout
Six orphan kids and five shitty moms
Wondering why you can’t hold down a job
When I see you, you tell me your woes
Grow the fuck up and change your dumb ass clothes
Get out, get out
It’s time to take a different route
Get out, get out, get out, get out
I’m sick and I’m tired of hearing you pout
Get out, get out
It’s time to take a different route
Get out, get out, get out, get out
I’m sick and I’m tired of hearing you pout