Lyrics:

Yean, you beat up Fear's bass player
You were all surfers last year
3 years ago it wasn't cool
You spit on me, but I'm no one
Eh, Bobby Pyn had long hair
But you spit on Darby crash
He had a fucking mohawk man
3 years ago
Forming in 75
I'm a new waver
My girlfriend's a surfer
She's more posed than you are
And she don't fuck you anyways
Eh, it doesn't matter, you all suck
You don't know shit about punk rock
Bunch of fucking drug addicts
Screwing up what we call fun
I hate everything, that means you
I hate you more than, I do
I'm a real punk and she's a drug addict
I have a stick, it doesn't matter
I have a 2' x 2', it doesn't matter
Fake hardcore
You're fake hardcore
You spit on Urinals