Glory Boys - Trendy Punks (amb lletra)

Com diem en aquestes terres, "Més raó que un Sant"

Rich kids playing at
being punks and working class
Try to be cool
Don't they know they are just, fools?

With these fucking glasses
Could be stuffed into their arses
Chain and belt,dirty girls
When we do them no one cares

Trendy punks, you are shit
Your fucking noise's annoying me
Where's your pride? you have none
Better dead or fucking gone

Posing for ugly pics
Singing like a fucking queer
Artificial band
Money pouring into your hands

We must stop this madness
You must taste some of violence
Time has come, the job is done
You are not playing anymore