“Nazis, Fascists, Walking Oxymorons!”
The hateful group had screamed
“No f*cking way are you in our scene!”
“You can’t be rebels unless you’re like us!”
We’re attacked, despised and demonized
The rebels have become what they had sought to be broken
But hope can be seen on the horizon
The blood of an independent punk still runs red
For like the phoenix of ages past
When you thought the punk scene had died
When they’d taken out our fight
When the rebels had become the authority
From the ashes of true believers, Rand, Friedman and Johnny Ramone, We rose
From the depth’s of punkvoter’s fears
Finally our message has reached listening ears
And we’re not going away
We’re here, and we’re coming out swinging
They attacked on 9-11, we saw what really was
You’re just hippies in mohawks and studs
As your ranks thin out, your message hits deaf ears
But we’re still here, we’re standing fast
We’re completely DIY
And we’ll keep the capitalist flag held high
As our boots stomp the ground
Our cry rings true:
“Guns, fights, and a cigarette”
“Don’t give me none of that liberal shit!”
“Take away our rights, we’ll stomp your face in!”
We’re the hated, the cast out and misfit kids
For us no Abercrombie, emo or crunk
Blow it out your ass, Fat Mike, we’re Conservative Punks | 
