Buy a junk?, delay that moon?, you think we feel the need to prove
  That we play the fucking tunes, while you're the one that's fucking you
  Now if you'd ever spared a day, at these things that don't fucking go away
  You can see that our contract says that we get to do this our own way
    Who can't challenge what you do? Don't be punks!
  Who can't challenge where to go? Don't be punks!
  And when will we change our tune? Don't be punks!
  You can't tell 'em when and much! Don't be punks!
    At this point you fucking loser, you don't have a fucking opinion!