No money to pay For the lower door-price But a beer in the hand And a twelve-pack in their bag They don't have the slightest idea Of what it is to set up a gig They can't even imagine We share responsibilities Ch: Punx, punx, punx with brains You wanna leave school So you think you'll be free What happens in the end ? You're fodder for their factories You're victimized, you're innocent, You lose control over your sense You waste your life, you're a non-sense Build up your mind for resistance ! Ch: Punx, punx, punx with brains Yes we matter when nobody cares !