Sick of being stepped on for the things we choose We give and take but now we've supported all we could King of punk rock, where is your protest now?
The more you say, the less I listen you and I can't take us back to something Nothings new, now, we could never, never smile anymore War's not over, I've just found the flag Where is your next remark?
Our reason was trying to bleed our ego Our reason was trying to bleed your ego But we can't resist now Everything is said Everything is done
