Trendy winds are blowing thru my hair The punk-elite are checking everything i wear I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own Cause what i am is what i will be Don't need you or your crew To tell me what what to think or do Everyday when you try to waste my time I waste a rhyme Sometimes i can't understand what's wrong Cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong You're an idiot and looser if you go their way Cause you don't need no one-track crew now Sometimes i can't understand what's wrong To all you suckers we dedicate this song