Who Writes Your Rules

They come in droves trying to look mean
Fake blue dreads & they're wearing baggy jeans
They think they're cool they think they're tough
But we know better they're just pups

[Chorus:]
Who writes your rules for rebellion
You'll buy anything that they're sellin'
Who writes your rules, who writes your rules
Who writes your rules for rebellion

Standing on the streets beggin' for my loot
Well I won't give you nothing except for my boot
You scream  [bad word] the System" but you're the systems tool
Look at yourself man you're looking at a fool

You're trendy [bad word] you're hippies with spikes
You're everything I hate & you're nothing I like
You know everything and you're only sixteen
You claim to be punks but you don't support the scene