Punk Rock 101

I wore my first MxPx T-shirt in years I found it after moving and put it out and thought no
Times not right, then just moved past it
It was more then half my life ago
When I saw my first punk show
Little did I know that one foot print in time would cement the rest of my life
Growing up in the Deep South punk rock was exactly what I needed
Something different
A new philosophy
Something that made me feel completed
Triggering an emotional core
Of teenage angst, of fast food jobs
Something to drive around to while I still had low fuel in my tank

This was so freeing after my first warped tour I was proudly spouting everything I'd heard
Like it was chosen scripture
PETA was protecting animals
George Bush was the worst
And I'd never seen real combat our struggle, so I moved to the projects to get a taste of the streets
My first place was a 2 bedroom on the north side for $70 a week or $400 a month
My nice suburban home life bubble was popped with no real struggle
I quickly got a fake ID, & I was buying Tanaka Vodka every night to put me to sleep
I was working at the local Tower Records getting schooled in my high school days music lessons

Growing up in the Deep South punk rock was exactly what I needed
Something different
A new philosophy
Something that made me feel completed
Triggering an emotional core
Of teenage angst, of fast food jobs, something to drive around to while I still had low fuel in my tank

I'd decided that I was punk rock till I'd Die
Tattoo that band logo on my arm and I'd wear it with pride
I'd always fight the man, and rise up with fist
I'd be the loudest in the march of the protest
Little did I know, my whole life was ahead of me
I alway wore my heart on my sleeve thinking everything day was Always owed to me
I'm proud to be working everyday, with a paycheck in had
So I can come to my suburban home from downtown And put my my punk rock records on

Growing up in the Deep South punk rock was exactly what I needed
Something different
A new philosophy
Something that made me feel completed
Triggering an emotional core
Of teenage angst, of fast food jobs
Something to drive around to while I still had low fuel in my tank