Just where is our future, the things we’ve done and said! Let’s just push the button, we’d be better off dead! 'Cause I hate you! And I berate you! And I can’t wait to get to you!

The sins of all our fathers, being dumped on us – the sons. The only choice we’re given is how many megatons? And I eschew you! And I say, screw you! And I hope you’re blue, too.

We’re all bloody worthless,…

That punk scene hits different today in an age where that punk is more likely to use headphones and it’s more likely to be the geriatric boomer streaming Facebook on speaker that is annoying everyone else because they proudly don’t give a fuck about anyone else and may actually be looking for a fight.