Say to me that punk is dead
 I wish you even more contempt
 Don’t like the music, don’t like the words
 You can all [bad word] off tha the punks not dead
 [bad word] ]
 Punk’s not dead, I know
 Punk’s not dead, I know
 Punk’s not dead, I know
 Punk’s not dead, I know it’s not

 We’re all punks and we don’t care
 We’re boot boys who dye our hair
 Leather jackets, jeans and boots [bad word] about every night
 [bad word] x2]

We refuse to hear their lie
 Have no fear till the day I die
 Swearing at yooz who walk around
 Don’t like it, I’ll hit you to the ground
 [bad word] x2]