f*ck The Youth lyrics
by Rare Americans
Cat in a Slayer shirt comes up, he says "What, up fool?"
Could tell you we're alike, f*ck authority, hated being ruled
Said, "I just moved here, man, today is my very first day"
He said, "I bet you're f*cking glad that's done in the worst way"
"Name's Billy", he said, "I like your kicks, what's your handle?"
"Scotty, you look like the singer from The Vandals"
"Divine's not as good as Reign in Blood, you agree?"
"Doesn't hold a candle, not even close to their pedigree"
"Want to come over to my place, for an after school drink?
Craig's comin', we're sh*tmixin dad's booze", "Yeah man", I didn't blink
Nobody gives a sh*t about me or you
The old guard say f*ck the youth
They don't like ideas that are new
Nobody gives a sh*t about me or you
I'm a punk rocker baby
Punk rocker to the core
I'm a metalhead man
Turn that sh*t up some more
Billy's a street smart kid, the banker in monopoly
Craig's got a 10 page essay on why the world's an oligopoly
"Parents play charades everyday in marriage, and waste their time
Mom's reborn to read the bible, dad's got a PhD in wine
I spend most of my time on the PC, in the basement
Mom's got a new guy every couple months, they're all the same sh*t"
"Who's that in the picture?", I ask about the group shot
"Skid ranch we're called, guess we're like the school have not's"
Nobody gives a sh*t about me or you
The old guard say f*ck the youth
They don't like ideas that are new
Nobody gives a sh*t about me or you
I'm a punk rocker baby
Punk rocker to the core
I'm a metalhead man
Turn that sh*t up some more