Can't you see we have no choice,

can't you hear freedoms voice.

Can't you tell were gonna be ourselves,

whether we have a choice or not [x2]

Won't you see they silence your voice,

so punk rock is our only choice.

Won't you see it's about being yourself,

whatever fuckin choice you've got [x2]

Resting on a bench, slogans stained up on a fence.

I sit right here and wonder why nothing makes sense.

A busker on the street plays alone outside a store,

should I save my pennies and hand them to the poor.

[Chorus:]

No clue and no future - The only future is the one you make.

No warmth and no shelter - At this rate it won't be that great.

No clue and no future - It's up to you what you really want to do.

No warmth and no shelter for you.

Sitting on a corner of this road without a notion,

in a fucked up city I stand today, no reconciliation.

Hand some sense to the busker, it won't cure animosity,

but in the end it's what matters and it's best for you and me

[Chorus]

True no one can tell you who to be - Oh No

So no-one can ever grind you down - No Way

One simple answers all that's left - This is all it takes

Two simple words will make it clear - FUCK YOU

[Chorus]

There's a future for you, there's shelter for you [x4]

Yeah you can have a clue [x4]