Lyrics:

Walk into the party, didn't know who we are
Set up quick on the living room floor
All I know is about three fucking chords
Drumkit, bass, and electric guitar

We're headed out to another show
Don't know which way it's gonna go
Don't even think about it, don't even care
When the roadblock's in the way, we're gonna run around it
When the stop sign's in the way, we're gonna run through it, all right
When all the punks come out tonight

Go to work, go to school, get a fucking job
Sit at home like a fucking slob
I prowl the street like I'm the fucking law
All too crazy, tripped and crawl
Depression can't cut me out of the music, so I choose it
I use it, I won't fucking lose it

We're headed out to another show
Don't know which way it's gonna go
Don't even think about it, don't even care
When the roadblock's in the way, we're gonna run around it
When the stop sign's in the way, we're gonna run through it, all right
When all the punks come out tonight

We're not fucking around
We're not fucking around
We're not fucking around
We're not fucking around

We're headed out to another show
Don't know which way it's gonna go
Don't even think about it, don't even care
When the roadblock's in the way, we're gonna run around it
When the stop sign's in the way, we're gonna run through it, all right
When all the punks come out tonight