Born into the middle class
  Yeah, all you had to do was ask
  And mom and dad would give you what you needed
  And though I didn't know you then
  I know you'll probably defend
  And take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated
  So you adopt a punk rock life
  A leather jacket, hair with spikes
  And join a band
  'Cause you must have a say
  And though you helped out with it that time
  There's those of us, who keep on
  Trying to make a living and not sound like Green Day
  Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old
  You don't give a shit.
  Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've become your own nemesis
    Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you
  Livin' in luxury
  Some say genius, some say mistake
  But you've become what you used to hate
    So now we're in the 90's and punk's not what it used to be
  It's gone downhill since 1982
  And though I liked most of your bands
  And listen to them all I can
  It's fucked up that you think it's 'cause of you
  You think that you're still part of the scene
  Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green
  For you this mid life crisis has come on strong
  Now punk rock's been accepted
  And they've realized it's not just a fad
  Please, stay behind that desk where you belong
  Punk rock life's been good to you
  Now Corporate punk's the thing to do
  Obnoxiously, you raised your fee,
  You'll see to it we'll all get screwed.