Lyric Boxcar

You re not punk, and I m telling everyone.
Save your breath, I never was one.
You don t know what I m all about.
Like killing cops and reading Kerouac.
My enemies are all too familiar.
They re the ones who used to call me friend.
I m coloring outside your guidelines.
I was passing out when you were passing our your rules.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Who s punk, what s the score?

Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar.
Cigarettes and beer in El Sob.
Her hair was blue, now it s green.
I like her mind.
She hates the scene.

My enemies are all too familiar.
They re the ones who used to call me friend.
I m coloring outside your guidelines.
I was passing out when you were passing our your rules.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Who s punk, what s the score?

You re on your own.
You re all alone.