vommitting green haired punx standing on the dole, no money no place no life no space in the city or anywhere we go no bastard wants to know. CHORUS: todays world is now, punk is here today. if you don't like our way well fucking go away. everywhere we go they screw you up and down, they say "what a fucking state", they stand there and frown, they've got their money and they've got their lust, fuck off and let me by. CHORUS:............................. they don't like the punx, that's what the bastards say, it's just cos we're a threat, a threat to society. we know we are, but who gives a fuck? I don't fucking care, we're all gonna get blown up.