I’m an Addict for you, like Bad Religons.
Loving your Casualties.
Because you make me feel so Exploited.
You make me feel like a Misfit among the Rancid.
you make me want to Rise Against Social Distortion,
Even weep for the Dead Kennedy’s.
I want to perform Transplants,
so Runaway’s can feel loved again,
just like how I feel for you.
My Love is Like/As A Punk.
Become a Vandal,
Destroy a monument to make you Sublime.
Fly the Anti-black-flag.
Defeat all the worlds Amoeba’s for our Adolescent’s.
Even become an Agent for the Orange.
For us, Theres no such thing as Cheap Sex,
nor Sham 69’s.
No Minor threat’s against our Descendent’s, like London v.s. NYC.
We hold no angst, nor debates, like Sex pistols v.s. The Ramones.
I just need you and our Cretin Family.
Just us and our OI! OI! OI! Music.
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