IN OUR HANDS
Same old bores. Same old blokes.
You think you're so cool. I think it's a joke.
You're just heavy metal jocks with your spikey gelled hair.
Are you in it for so long that you forgot what's it like to care ?
Punk ain't about the business. It ain't about the cash.
Why follow your idols blindly ? Is it still that crappy clash ?
Punk was supposed to be an alternative to the rock'n'roll circus.
But all you think about now is whose ass you want to kiss.
You gave up your morals. You forgot about your ideals.
Just play the music and dress the same to get a record-deal.
You're just puppets to the musiclabels. Part of the industry.
If you think you depend on them. You're just to blind to see.
The music-industry doesn't own you. It's the other way around.
Without our words and music they don't even have a sound.
You've got your freedom in your hands. You can do what you like.
Object the money-grabbing Bastards. They're the oes that we despise.
BEAT THE SYSTEM. BEAT ITS GAME. DON'T LET THEM MISGUIDE YOU.
BEAT TRADITIONS. BEAT IGNORANCE. DO IT YOURSELF. DO IT FOR YOU.
