People think you feel all right,
But you’re asleep so deep inside.
You don’t know what to think,
you don’t know what to say about anything.
Teachers just don’t stand your face.
You don’t understand why you hear them say:
“This boy is like a lamb, he is just a lamb”.
But you just ignore their words.
You just keep them out of your thought.
You just want them to be far from your mind.
So trust nobody or anything.
You’ll be a son of Anarchy.
Punks are waiting
for you to hold their fraternity.
Mama doesn’t care for it,
she’s a little worry just to cut her nails.
And daddy’s at his daily hour
just to drink, drink and drink
You begin to like a girl.
And you begin to ask yourself:
“Will she like my clothes?
my eyes? my face? my voice?
Will she like me?
And you’re going to go insane
when you know something ‘bout her:
she’s just a little bitch,
she’s just a little bitch.
But you just ignore my words.
You just keep me out of your thought.
You just want me to be far away from you.
You rose, you’ll fall.
You came, you’ll go.
You laugh, you’ll cry.
You live, you’ll die.
You climb, you’ll crawl.
You tame your soul.
You won’t be glad,
And life won’t be to you enough.