Lyrics
So now you got yourself a job
and you bought your own car,
you cancelled your subscription to MRR,
and your new hairstyle is too sedate--
the Punk Police are on their way.
You're doing well in school,
and your parents are proud,
you find yourself hanging out
with a "normal" crowd,
and your membership card expires today--
the Punk Police are on their way.
It's just a different-colored flag
you pledge allegiance to
(Big Brother's watching you),
a more pathetic deity to which you pray--
the Punk Police are on their way.
Oh, we heard you saying
capitalism isn't so bad,
we heard you saying
anarchy was just a fad,
we heard a major label
called you up the other day--
the Punk Police are on their way.
The rules for our rebellion
are written in stone,
complete with ten commandments
and our own dress code.
If you're convicted of normality
we'll put you away--
the Punk Police are on their way.
It's just a different kind of gang
you sell your selfhood to
(Big Brother's watching you),
a more pathetic deity to which you pray--
the Punk Police are on their way.
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