Punks In a Disco Bar

The words I scream

Are meaningless or holy things

They kiss my tongue

Before they split to fix someone

When nothing's loud

I punch my heart I flex my mouth

Until it comes

On like a truth

Brilliant and dumb

Man, they taught me to talk

Then told me to shut up

I never cared

But, man, it cut

I'm nothing clean

I'm garbage thoughts and dirty knees

A fucked-up punk

I'm a bastard light I ain't no one's son

Man, they taught me to talk

Then told me to shut up

I never cared

But, man, it cut

I never cared

But, man, it cut