This here's a song about the things you don't find in nature This here's a tale about conditions of the head At one time I wanted to expand my education but Now I'll make more money if I dye my hair instead.
'Cause I've gotta be more punk, and forget about writing love songs And even though I'm a middle class white Canadian God knows I've been done wrong 'Cause I'm a fake punk! I'm a fake punk! I'll even use a dirty word, I'll even write a mean song, I'll even take a mean picture 'Cause I've got the hair for it!
I've always tried to dig myself out of the sewer I've always strived to be a little bit more well-read But oh no! Here comes that rock press interviewer so, I'll just look real tough and say fuck a lot instead
I'd be alright if I could just hang out with my girlfriend I'd be just fine if they would close down all the bars And maybe one day I'll join a protest against smoking But when it comes to sincere angst you can just Leave me the fuck alone!