Lyrics
You can t follow any leader or any cause, bring back those fast two minute songs, raise my finger in the air
Raise my finger in the air, you star on tv
you the rebels with the fucking ripped up clothes
They ll use you to get rich, they ll use you to get rich
the ones on the bottom
Raise your finger in the air and show them how it s done, sick sick sick their groups are such a waste
Sick sick sick we need a fucking change, raise my finger in the air, you re fucking hell to me
listen to the sound of the poets of today
Sick sick sick of the music of today, the ones on top don t care about you
You can t follow any leader or any cause, listen to the sound of the poets of today, you the rebels with the fucking ripped up clothes
The ones on the bottom, you in the underground your head got to big
Right clothes, you in the underground your head got to big
you in the underground your head got to big
I ll show you how it s done, bring back the old days of the ramones
No heart and soul, raise my finger in the air Static, raise my finger in the air
you that shouts and sweats at every show
noise give me some static and feedback
The ones on the bottom, you in the underground your head got to big
no heart and soul
Sick sick sick their groups are such a waste, sick sick sick we need a fucking change
Sick sick sick their groups are such a waste, raise my finger in the air, no heart and soul
sick sick sick of the music of today
Noise give me some static and feedback, sick sick sick we need a fucking change
no heart and soul
You star on tv, cause punk is back and is back to stay
Bring back the old days of the ramones, the ones on top don t care about you, bring back the old days of the ramones
Noise give me some static and feedback, the ones on top don t care about you and, the ones on top don t care about you
i ll show you how it s done
you the rebels with the fucking ripped up clothes
Sick sick sick i need anger in my brain, listen to the sound of the poets of today
the ones on top don t care about you
The ones on the bottom, right clothes
raise your finger in the air and show them how it s done
Right clothes, right clothes, i ll show you how it s done
You star on tv, right clothes, listen to the sound of the poets of today
You re fucking hell to me, they ll use you to get rich, you star on tv
I ll show you how it s done, raise my finger in the air
Bring back those fast two minute songs, bring back those fast two minute songs
You the rebels with the fucking ripped up clothes, no heart and soul, you star on tv
Sick sick sick their groups are such a waste, you two of a kind what a fucking waste of time
They ll use you to get rich, bring back the old days of the ramones
sick sick sick their groups are such a waste
bring back those fast two minute songs
sick sick sick i need anger in my brain
raise your finger in the air and show them how it s done
The ones on the bottom, the ones on top don t care about you
sick sick sick we need a fucking change
Noise give me some static and feedback, the ones on the bottom
cause punk is back and is back to stay
Listen to the sound of the poets of today, sick sick sick their groups are such a waste Static, sick sick sick their groups are such a waste
you can t follow any leader or any cause
noise give me some static and feedback
Sick sick sick their groups are such a waste, you in the underground your head got to big, i ll show you how it s done
you in the underground your head got to big