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Kids Hits Boom Box: Jazz for Kids/Country for Kids/World for Kids/Reggae for Kids/Class (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drew's Famous Kids Rule: By Kids for Kids/Kids Rule (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drew's Famous Kids Party Hits: Kids Sports Party/What Kids Really Want (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Punk You!, Vol. 1: Music for the Discerning Slacker Punk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Punk 45: Extermination Nights in the Sixth City - Cleveland, Ohio: Punk and the Decline (Rocket from the Tombs) · Punk 45: Burn, Rubber City, Burn!: Akron, Ohio: Punk and the Decline of the Mid-West 19 (Devo) · Punk Rock Strike: Punk Rock Strikes Back, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Punk Archives: 25 Punk Singles (Hutchinson, Hutch) · White Dopes on Punk: 50 Punk Nuggets and New Wave Rarities (New Order) · Inner City Sound: Australian Punk and Post-Punk (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


A rock star Billy left the town
Punk rock kids, nowhere to go
No stop crime, every Saturday night
Punk rock city, here we come
We are Nicotine from
be another suspect 

Watch your head 
Cap that crop 
Punk is dead 
Scalped by pop 

I can't compute who I should mute or trust 
In a faulty
Snuff the punk
I'm gettin' tired of you chump
Bass in your face
You'll get a taste fo the P.O.D. funk
When I say punk or chump I don't mean you
to make time go by

There is only one thing that I miss there,
There is not enough punk rock shows
No place where the kids can get together
No concerts
I've seen kids come and go
Year by year another
When I thought it was a
Belief for life
You can bet I'm in it for life
Punk we're in it for life
Punk
By the lifeguard station by the coral reef
That's where all the nude kids cut their teeth
There's no clothes to wear
And no bow ties never aired
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr.
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr.
You can call us names
Try to divide us
By trying to classify us
Call me many names
Tell me punk is dead
The more you try to bring us down
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
(He don't care, cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45
connection ain't thick
Dick headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
out with the kids who lacked it
And the punks who were born and let her jacket
The kind of punks that place themselves in brackets

She was one
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
the punk rock rulebook

'Cause times have changed and so have I, I need to get by
Is it too much to ask, do me a favor close that punk rock rulebook
bombs. 
And the world's not ours tonight in a Berlin flat lit by neon lights. 
My boyfriend's in the stairwell, he looks just like James Dean,
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)

[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
to go
'Cause I ain't the type to be doin' no bid
For a dame or a lame-brained punk Spanish kid
So I chill, call the hooker up the next day
She told me
itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
stay dominate
And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit
Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage
End up on my block saying we the savage
Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning
And it was time
To stand my ground
And as the gawks and stares bombarded me
You know, I didn't even
You taught me how to play guitar
You told me that I'd go
far just by trying
yea just by trying
When we were kids 
playing Social D
spiritual
hardcore kids, punks and skins is a way of life its not a fad it has nothing to do with how you keep your hair. REPEAT CHORUS. take a look what do you see
As the temperature drops on the drunks out in Clapham
I turn on my box and it's like punk never happened
The community's charged up and the West