Lower Class Brats - Who Writes Your Rules Lyrics
They come in droves trying to look meanFake blue dreads and they're wearing baggy jeansThey think they're cool, they think they're toughBut we know better, they're just pupsCH:Who writes your rules for rebellion?You'll buy anything that they're sellin'Who writes your rules,who rights your rulesWho writes your rules for rebellionStanding on the streets begging for my lootI won't give you nothing except for my bootScream "***** the system" your the systems toolLook at yourself man you're lookin at a foolYour trendy *****s,you're hippies with spikesYou're everything I hate and nothing I likeYou know everything and you're only 16Clame to be punks but you don't support the scene