Krays Profane Existence
Too many factions crowding punk
with rules we don't wanna know
Too full of stuck up attitudes
And judges running the show
Oh look a new face, make him feel out of place
'Cause he don't think like you!
Worse than the army, if you follow their rules
in the end you always lose
And it's a Profane Existence
When they don't like us
It's a Profane Existence
It isn't punk
It's a Profane Existence
When they slag us
It's a Profane Existence
Don't need their rules to be a punk
f..ck off!
Too many think they know what's punk
And how to pave the way
They draw the lines, they set up camp
For a war they'll start someday
They gain strength like a political force
And their opinions gain in weight
And if you're on the other side
You get slagged as second rate
And in the end it's only punk
Where faces always change
But I don't want to feel abused
Or my freedoms re-arranged
I see them use their power
Some for honesty, some hate
But in the end it's nothing to
The music we create
