And those kids who discovered from the streets
Loud music, 3 chords, collors and rebellion!
Their hearts going fast, sure on what they want
At every single punk, sang on the chorus!
We're still punx and still poor
Still punx and still proud
Till the heart stops, till the brain dies
We're still fucking proud
We are still fucking punx
At each gig in any obscure place
The kids realise that to give up is too late
With their hurt fingers feeling the rust
At every rawpunk sang on the chorus!
