You're no punk
But that's all right with me
You're no punk
But that's all right with me
There is no manifesto in singing lullabies
You're not so special man, we're all afraid to die
There is no manifesto in counting down the days
Oblivious reminders of old-fashioned ways
You're no punk
But that's all right with me
You're no punk
But that's all right with me
The ego is a bastard, a big red balloon
You blow it up and chase it, what else is there to lose
You spoke of good books, fables from old times
You put your faith in verses, I lost all mine
You're no punk
But that's all right with me
You're no punk
But that's all right with me