Punk rock blasting, mohawks high,
Punks unite, let out a cry.
Spreadsheets on screens, technology reigns,
But in our hearts, anarchy sustains.
Grilled cheese sandwiches, gooey and warm,
A comfort in chaos, a rebellious charm.
We reject conformity, we break the mold,
Our attitude fierce, our spirits bold.
We are the punks, the outcasts, the freaks,
We’ll never be tamed, we’ll always be unique.
Our rebellion lives on, in every chord and chord,
We’ll always be punk, forever more.
Grilled cheese sandwiches, technology, spreadsheets and punk rock,
A combination of chaos, rebellion and tasty mock.
We’ll never be tamed, we’ll always be free,
Forever punk rock, forever we’ll be.