Feelin Lucky, Punk?

Feelin Lucky, Punk?
It don't mean shit
To me or you
That punk rock ain't
Ain't nothing new
I'm not the kind
To go defend
My beliefs
'Cause of a dying trend
It's just something
We always knew
And not because
It's hip to do
So rebel for a year or two
Then get your mortgage, lawn and car
You never really knew
Now that you're old and jaded
Suicide just seems so over-rated
You live life by the text
That makes me feel disgusted, bored and vexed
On your mark
Get set, go
High school's out-
Let's go make some dough
They put up with
Your crazy ways
When you were young
Like it was a phase
I guess they were right
'Cause now at night
You go home and bathe in the TV light
At 23 I'd rather be
A punk out on the street
Than what they wanted me to be