A Young Punk

Young punk born to lose

But never the right to choose

At the 100 club there's not a lot else to do

Ponce a drink maybe sniff some glue

A young punk asks where's the change

As his world it's still the same

As he stands up to pay his toll

The problem's still wall to wall

Traffic sign punched in a night of frustration

A night on the blocks to ease the tension

But ask yourself does it really matter

To the punk on the street without an answer

But mister we'll change your views

If he wasn't tough he wouldn't be news