Lyrics
You talk about acceptance but just look at you
You claim to advocate acceptance, but your appearance contradicts that.
Now you can join the mainstream
Now you can conform to mainstream culture because of your appearance.
When you look the way you do
Your ability to fit into the mainstream is based on your physical appearance.
You talk about anarchy well I'll show you some
You speak of anarchy, but I will demonstrate real anarchy to you.
You won't last one minute if the real thing comes
If faced with actual anarchy, you won't survive even a minute.
Punk's dead, you're next
The refrain emphasizes the assertion that punk is dead, and the listener is next.
Punk's dead, you're next
-Punk's dead, you're next
-Punk's dead, you're next
-You want to worship Wattie that not the way to be
Worshipping Wattie (possibly a reference to Wattie Buchan of The Exploited) is not the right path to follow.
You think your looks don't matter well we'll just wait and see
Your belief that your appearance doesn't matter will be proven wrong in time.
You'll end up like the other's all fucked up or dead
You'll end up like others, either messed up or dead.
Taking shit from people or get kicked in the head
You'll face mistreatment from others or suffer physical harm.
Punk's dead, you're next
Reiteration of the theme that punk is dead, and the listener is the next casualty.
Punk's dead, you're next
-Punk's dead, you're next
-Punk's dead, you're next
-Punk's dead, you're next
Continued emphasis on the demise of punk and the impending fate of the listener.
Punk's dead, you're next
-Punk's dead, you're next
-Punk's dead, you're next
-Who's next?
An open question asking who will be the next victim.
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