What is it you want me to say?
Is it that I lost a good thing?
Yeah, I know I shoulda said it long ago
All I could manage to think up was it wasn't my fault
When I walk downtown you know I gotta walk with my head held high,
Because those stupid southern yuppies they don't like
To see a punk rock kid with his head held high
They like the way that their money feels
They got bank accounts and boob jobs and a fast set of wheels
They fear a smile on the young, they fear the actions of the young
The sun is shining, it's not raining today
It's the first day in weeks it hasn't been so grey
If I had a dollar for every day
I'd say it's gonna be a brand new day,
Well I'd have a hundred dollars

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