Cool Enough For You
What could this be, too much MTV? Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy. What뭩 in a standard if it changes all the time? You뭨e still having trouble in defining your own kind. Need I remind you, we all knew you before, you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor? Now I think you뭨e punk, just because it뭩 in. You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins. Got a peaceful feeling, I don뭪 want to fight no more. Got a peaceful feeling, I don뭪 care if we뭨e punk, or ska, or hardcore, enough for you, it뭩 sad but true, you can call us names till your face turns blue. Our assurance comes from God, it뭩 nothing new, we뭠l never care 멵ause we뭨e never cool enough for you. That smug look on your face, your nose up in the air, your patches say you뭨e open-minded, but still you couldn뭪 bear, some punk thrown in with ska. You said it wouldn뭪 work. Well you can take your Vespa home 멵ause ska made you a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He뭩 such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun. Stop and see we뭨e all alike, and we can dance as one.