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Defined by looks and no trace of substance
What do they hide behind their make-up?
All they want is things to stay the same
Punk Rock in the wrong hands
Just words stolen from books they might as well burn
Layers of style upon layers of nothing at all
Wasted, gutless intellect
Hairstyle it’s not a lifestyle
Rulers of the freak nation, they wear their shiny crowns
Frigids and puritans disguised as artists
Choose easy targets to scare away
This teenage revolt is just a screen.
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