No money to pay
For the lower door-price
But a beer in the hand
And a twelve-pack in their bag

They don't have the slightest idea
Of what it is to set up a gig
They can't even imagine
We share responsibilities

Punx, punx, punx with brains

You wanna leave school
So you think you'll be free
What happens in the end?
You're fodder for their factories

You're victimized, you're innocent,
You lose control over your sense
You waste your life, you're a non-sense
Build up your mind for resistance!

Punx, punx, punx with brains

Yes we matter when nobody cares!