Punk For Fashion's Sake lyrics

I don't want to waste my breath screaming at people who already think like me. I've got to yell at those who don't want to hear it, those who are threatened by my voice. I find it quite upsetting that the only revolution I'll ever see is a bunch of kids running in circles in ritualistic complacency. It's easy to preach punk virtues to a crowd of people with mohawked hair but I've to try to do it when my punk support system isn't there. If not then I'm guilty of punk for fashion's sake, I've got to do all that I can to not make that mistake. I stand here a lampoon of social rebellion. Sneering at cops when they've already passed me and taunting jocks when they're not looking. We hide behind mohawks and catchy slogans pinned to the backs of leather jackets, Fashion is a weak form of protest. We value, style over substance, complacence over change, acceptance over dissent, nostalgia over ideas. I don't want to be guilty of punk for fashion's sake, I've got to do all that I can to not make that mistake.