Punk Song

Held up to the light of the stained glass windows

Passed on by the hands of the darkness hold

Riding on your conscious we won't lose the grip

'Cause I'm a misfit baby

That just, won't, quit

Ringing in the air, are the words I stole

Told like a secret, to each I know

Fate has been catching me, from the heavens below

Racing me through hell and taking back my soul

Held up to the light of the stained glass windows

Passed on by the hands of the darkness hold

Riding on your conscious we won't lose the grip

'Cause I'm a misfit baby

That just, won't, quit (just, won’t, quit)

That just, won't, quit (just, won’t, quit)

That just, won't, quit (just, won’t, quit)

Living like the dead, lyin’ on the truth

Hanging at the edge shaking from the noose

Too young to die, and too lucky to lose

I’m a punk now baby, whatever happened to you

Riding on your conscious you won't lose the grip

'Cause I'm a misfit baby

That just, won't, quit

Ringing in the air, are the words I smuggled

Told like a secret, to each I know

Fate has been catching me, from the heavens below

Racing me through hell and taking back my soul, hey

Too young to die, and too lucky to lose

I’m a punk now baby, whatever happened

Oh whatever happened

Whatever happened to, you