Punk Points

You were living like an angel

Did everything that your life said

Now you changed your life intentions

Ran away from home and shaved your head

You were tired of living your life

Restricted under your parents wings

The weight of the world is on your shoulders

You're not running from anything

Now you're on your own

Far away from home

You go out at night and thrash

To make points on the punk point graph

Trying to prove a point to your family

Living in a car with a gold spoon in your mouth

You get sick, the dirt is thick

You return to home

Where showers are always free

The house is warm, now stay inside