When i was walking down the street
Looking out for some heat
Someone touch me on the back
That i had to turn my neck
There was a little boy
That asked me what was punk
He wanted to be one, but
Others said it was only junk
Then i hit a can
And said him this is punk
He doesn't understand and
Hit another can
So is this what is punk?
He asked to me
I said no
What you did isn't punk
Punk isn't copy from someone
You have to find yourself punk way
Your way to play
Your way to say
Your way to see
Your way to be
Doesn't trust in anyone
Try to find your place in the sun
You don't have to use a gun
To make what you like, to make fun
So is this what is punk?
He asked to me
I said no
What you did isn't punk
Punk isn't copy from someone
You have to find yourself punk way
Your way to play
Your way to say
Your way to see
Your way to be