I broke the neck of my guitar 
And told you how it’s going to be 
And later when you left the room 
I whispered you can [bad word] die 
And every time your back was turned 
I put a finger in the air 
And every time you turned around 
I hide it cause I know it hurts 

Where’s my punk spirit? 
When I need it 
Where’s my punk spirit? 
When I need it 

The only thing I’ve got faith in 
Is clinging onto the ground 
Now every time the plan spins 
I turn myself around 
So rolling out my best white flags 
I'll find new ways to take my pride 
My body's in a body bag, 
I’m still alive. 

Where’s my punk spirit? 
When I need it 
Where’s my spirit? 
When I need it 

Ooooooooh!! 

Where’s my punk spirit 
When I need it 
Where’s my punk spirit 
When I need it