Everywhere we go we get pushed around. But why what's our crime. Just in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Were always out of line. And all of your restrictions.
The kids have the power in their hands. To venture out across the lands. Guitars loud and voices proud. No one can crush the wall of sound. . Rebels armed with song and verse.
Oh when the punks go marching in, oh when the punks go marching in. I wanna be in that number when the punks go marching in.. Oh when the skins go marching in, oh when the skins go marching in.