The Punks
By skapunkgirl
The smoke and the noise Are the things I love. I can really be free, This place is alive. Oh, to be a "punk" is a beautiful thing. My love runs deep, Not just a fling. The mohawks, the plaid, The pits and the screams; That's my life, You don't know what it means. The music runs thru me Although it's not posh. My feet start skankin', I can't help but mosh. Everyone's welcome If you love the kids. Descendents, The Queers, Black Flag and Rancid. So call us freaks, and laugh in our faces. But we'll be here To rock all human races. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 12:24 PM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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"The smoke and the noise..."