A Clean Head And A Clear Conscience

Pull the syringe away from my arm

And watch it fall to the floor

(I have decided) My tomorrow does not need you

All your talk and all your ideals

Run from your mouth, rapid and dirty

So all you scene kids

Bow your heads to the "kings of your scene"

And abide by their punk rock laws and man-made ideals

As for me, Ill stay sober