Intro:
Bm       D          A          E 

Verse 1:
I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter.
Brought her coat from Paris; that one I bought her.
And we brought some bread to feed the swans,
But they were already gone, they were already gone.

Chorus:
Ya ya the punks are tough
Fuck those rock and rollers
All the hip hop kids
Think we give a shit, well
We don't, we don't, we don't.
We don't, we don't, we don't.

Verse 2:
I'm your mother's son, that fucking holy roller
And I just stand still
Watch the world grow colder
And I can't change, I can't change.

Chorus:
Ya ya the punks are tough
Fuck those rock and rollers
All the hip hop kids
Think we give a shit, well
We don't, we don't, we don't.
We don't, we don't, we don't.

Outro:
And I got work to do when
I'll play with your head in your hands
I'll just lay with my head in my hands.

I'm not afraid to die.
Don't care if I get older.
Cry, cry, no I don't cry,
I just take it over.
I just take it over.