I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll
 I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did
 You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself
 And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and ah... when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally
 Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either
 You know? Like that? Do you understand what I'm saying sir?

Of all I knew, her held too few 
 And would you stop me, if I try to stop you 

 Old songs stay 'til the end 
 Sad songs remind me of friends 
 And the way it is, I could leave it all 
 And I ask myself, would you care at all 

 When I drive alone at night, I see the streetlights as fairgrounds 
 And I tried a hundred times to see the road signs as Day-Glo 

 Old songs, stay till the end 
 Sad songs, remind me of friends 
 And the way it is, I could leave it all 
 And I ask myself, would you care at all