Disorder Todays World
vommitting green haired punx standing on the dole,
no money
no clothes
no place left to go in the city or everywhere you go no
bastard wants to know.
CHORUS: todays world is now,
punk is here today.
if you don't like our way then f..cking go away.
everywhere we go they screw you up and down, they say
"what a f..cking state", they stand there and frown,
they've got their money and they've got their lives, f..ck
off and let me lead mine.
CHORUS:............................. they don't like the
punx, that's what the bastards say, it's just cos we're a
threat, a threat to society. we know we are, but who
gives a f..ck? I don't f..cking care, we're all gonna get
blown up.
