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