You pulled up your roots, your punk rock roots, withered away
Those salad days, question "A"s, rebellious ways, invented faith
Hope I die way before I get old
I may sound like someone you might have known
In the past it was hard and fast
Now your soft and slow dead wood don't grow
Some took it light, saw different light, with all their might, have lost their way
For those involved, in the midst evolved, became absolved, safe for the freeway
Hope I die way before I get old
I may sound like someone you might have known
In the past it was hard and fast
Now your soft and slow dead wood don't grow
All the songs. Could right the wrongs where have they gone? There's still some wrongs
You were so pissed, perpetual fists, against what exists. And now that's history
You pulled up your'e roots your punk rock roots withered away
A stupid is as stupid does, you are a was, do what they say
You pulled up your roots your punk rock roots...