THE UNDERGROUND IN AMERICA
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem

A common affair for the ones who are juiced

If it is weakness that grants us the power

We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world



Glass breaks/the dimming lights/sweat, heat and profane debate/

the smart ones stay on the outside/while drunken heads and

arms erupt/centered man swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures

odd/a punk rock escapade/five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd



We are the ones who must sport the position

cheap beer/trendy clicks/lesbian love is accepted and right/

shaved heads meet hair in the mix/blending the 80's and 90's

with hate



Shows on/dates canceled/kicked out for reasons that seem !

so

un

fair/skin crusts against the cops/a foregone conclusion that's

tired and beat

Ringworm,crabs and lice/V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse/a

heaven/of unmatched importance/an honor of sex to be stuck by the

punk

Rich homes/with money and food/abandoned for the bums on the

street/a lifestyle that's unexplainable/don't try and save what is

all meant to be



If it is free/from (a) family that's seen/you can just keep it

if you must beg/it's better instead/you must follow the etiquette

You know when it rains you're in your bed at home

You act so real when you are alone

You better not let the mohawked crowd see

Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings

You must admit that you mimic the weaklings