Betrayed by your own convictions
Paid for preaching fiction
Wait, Wait, Wait
Did you hear the news?
Oh wait, Oh wait, Oh wait
Too “busy being born to lose”
Punk like me?
Not likely
You’re punk like me?
Yeah, not likely
Depraved judgments and affections
Afraid you’ll lose their attention
Wait, Wait, Wait
Did you hear the news?
Oh wait, Oh wait, Oh wait
Too “busy being born to lose”
Punk like me?
Not likely
You’re punk like me?
Yeah, not likely
Travel so far
But can’t find who you are
Phony
Misguided
You both can’t
Hide it
Try to
Take what’s mine
I’ll break you
I’m the hurting kind
Punk like me?
Not likely
You’re punk like me?
Yeah, not likely