When i was walking down the street Looking out for some heat Someone touch me on the back That i had to turn my neck There was a little boy That asked me what was punk He wanted to be one, but Others said it was only junk Then i hit a can And said him this is punk He doesn't understand and Hit another can So is this what is punk? He asked to me I said no What you did isn't punk Punk isn't copy from someone You have to find yourself punk way Your way to play Your way to say Your way to see Your way to be Doesn't trust in anyone Try to find your place in the sun You don't have to use a gun To make what you like, to make fun So is this what is punk? He asked to me I said no What you did isn't punk Punk isn't copy from someone You have to find yourself punk way Your way to play Your way to say Your way to see Your way to be