Who Writes Your Rules (For Rebellion)?

They come in droves trying to look mean,
Fake blue dreads and they're wearing baggy jeans,
They think they're cool, they think they're tough, But we know better, they're just pups.

Who writes your rules for rebellion?
You'll buy anything that they're sellin',
Who writes you rules? Who writes your rules?
Who writes your rules for rebellion?

Standing on the streets begging for my loot,
I won't give you anything except for my boot,
Screamin' fuck the system but you're the system's tool,
Look at yourself man you're looking at a fool.

You're trendy fucks, you're hippies with spikes,
You're evrything I hate and nothing that I like,
You know everything and you're only sixteen,
You claim to be punks but you don't support the scene.