You're the one, and I'm telling everyone Save your breath, I'd never mind
But you don't know, what I'm all about Like getting cops and meeting killers
My enemies are all too familiar They're the ones, who used to call me friends
They're colouring outside your guidelines They're passing out, you are passing out
You're bruised
One, two, three, four, who's punk, what's the score?
I got a friend, her name is Vodka Cigarettes and peering in
So my hair was blue, my mouth was green I like her mind, she hates to see
My enemies are all too familiar They're the ones, who used to call me friends
They're colouring outside your guidelines They're passing out, you are passing out
You're bruised
One, two, three, four, who's punk, what's the score?
You're on your own, you're all alone