Folk Punk 2

Why don't we write a little happy song
With depressing undertones
That represents our groomed presence
And our destructive lifestyles
Let's go back to a time
In which we didn't have to fucking think
About the crazy shit we did
For we were inherently crazy
I wanna go to a house show
See some really cool punk bands
Smoke a pack of cigarettes
And a bowl if we can
Let's go back to sneaking out
Leaving our mothers scared
Just to come home and say
Sorry Mom
And tell them that we cared
And not to worry

Let's go back to shit talking God
Shit talking our government
Complaining about capitalists
Who are against the common interest
Let's have a say in what's going on
After all we're old enough
Let's stand up to the fascist
Fuck you Donald Trump
Push our anarchist agenda way down your fucking throat
Like the pills you tried to push on me
Try to fix what isn't broke
Go ahead call us naive
That we don't know a thing
Then put us in a fucking cell
It's dangerous that we think

Hey



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Holt
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