You beat up Fear's bass player You were all surfers last year 3 years ago it wasn't cool You spit on me, but I'm no one Hey, Bobby Pyn had long hair But you spit on Darby Crash He had a fucking mohawk man 3 years ago, forming in 1975 I'm a new waver My girlfriend's a surfer She's more cool than you are She won't fuck you anyways Eh, it dosen't matter, you all suck You don't know shit about punk rock You're just a bunch of fucking drug addicts Screwing up what we call fun I hate everything, that means you I hate you more than I do I got no time to sleep, no time to get laid I'm sick in love, I'm too in love Fake hardcore You're fake hardcore You spit on urinals