Texty: Kill Your Idols. From Companionship To Competition. Make Up Your Minds.

Capture punk inside a store
Leave your costume at the door
This is how sometimes I feel
When I see kids that aren't real

I used to be an outcast
I used to have no class
The people who once despised me
Are now kissing my ass

I don't know why I care, I really don't know why
This is my way of life, not something you can buy
I think you need to stop and take a little time
Look down on us, look up on us, you have no fucking mind