We're a bunch of fucking scumbags,
and we don't know what soap is.
We've got no basic fucking hygiene,
yeah you could say we stink of piss.
We're on Buckfast every Friday.
Can't afford to take a bath.
You could give us charity,
but we'd probably spend it on kebabs.
Punk's not dead, it just smells that way.
Punk's not dead.
Punk's not dead, it just smells that way.
Punk's not dead.
Wake up every morning.
Get a cider down my neck.
Have a cigarette for breakfast,
and by ten I'm fucking wrecked.
The shower doesn't work.
We've just got a hose and some old rags.
and these dirty rotten underpants
have worn a hole in my ballbag.
Punk's not dead, it just smells that way.
Punk's not dead.
Punk's not dead, it just smells that way.
Punk's not dead.
