The Kids Aren't the Same

Hanging around the corners of the streets

Looking for trouble

A Rancid shirt, a bottle of beer and confidence

The kind of confidence that

Comes plasticized

All my anger is now directed at having fun

Everywhere I go I can't find what I want

A place to go and

Pretend my life's alright

With people who really understand my feelings

And don't give a damn

Kids are tired of punk rock shows

And don't want to walk among

Drunken b*tches, junkie punks

Everyone in the underground

Now kids wanna go to pubs

Looking like Irish folks

15 bucks ½ a pint

What the fk? It's not for me

Suburban home, I'm like a rat

Running the alleyways

Like Milo Auckerman once said, I'm not a loser

But the truth is that I was

Born to be

All my anger is now directed to make me scream

Everywhere I go I can't find what I want

A place to go and

Pretend my life's alright

With people who really understand my feelings

And don't give a damn

Kids are tired of punk rock shows

And don't want to walk among

Drunken b*tches, junkie punks

Everyone in the underground

Now kids wanna go to pubs

Looking like Irish folks

15 bucks ½ a pint

What the fk? It's not for me