Why must we pretend to be
Above ourselves and never free
Hate our critics young and old
I myself commence so bold
Matters concerning these fuzzed up bands
Pretty boy freaks, they're demands
I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands
I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't protect these ideas
From all the polite punk bands
You offended by my tongue
You say man I feel that you are no fun
Now I hate to pretend that I am wise
But I can't see your political eyes
On matters concerning my lacklustre call
You need to find some friends, don't you know
I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands
I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands
You can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands