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.