Can't you see we have no choice,
can't you hear freedoms voice.
Can't you tell were gonna be ourselves,
whether we have a choice or not [x2]
Won't you see they silence your voice,
so punk rock is our only choice.
Won't you see it's about being yourself,
whatever fuckin choice you've got [x2]
Resting on a bench, slogans stained up on a fence.
I sit right here and wonder why nothing makes sense.
A busker on the street plays alone outside a store,
should I save my pennies and hand them to the poor.
[Chorus:]
No clue and no future - The only future is the one you make.
No warmth and no shelter - At this rate it won't be that great.
No clue and no future - It's up to you what you really want to do.
No warmth and no shelter for you.
Sitting on a corner of this road without a notion,
in a fucked up city I stand today, no reconciliation.
Hand some sense to the busker, it won't cure animosity,
but in the end it's what matters and it's best for you and me
[Chorus]
True no one can tell you who to be - Oh No
So no-one can ever grind you down - No Way
One simple answers all that's left - This is all it takes
Two simple words will make it clear - FUCK YOU
[Chorus]
There's a future for you, there's shelter for you [x4]
Yeah you can have a clue [x4]
