Trendy winds are blowing thru my hair
  the punk elite are checking everything I wear
  I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own?
  cause what I am is what I will be.
    Don't need you or your crew
  to tell me what to think or do
  everyday when you try to waste my time
  I waste a rhyme.
    Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
  cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong
  you're an idiot and loser if you go their way
  cause you don't need no one-track crew now.
    Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
  to all you suckers we dedicate this song.