The Shape of Punk to Come Refused

Hey baby, never felt this good
Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could
Take a bite, do a dance, get lost on a crusade
Jump on this soul train for destination unknown

We're all dressed up
We got nowhere to go
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I told you so
I told you so
We're all dressed up
We got nowhere to go
All dressed up
I told you so
I told you so
I told you so

Hey baby, never felt this free
A pair of new shoes and a punk rock show to see
Give acclamation to these blue ribbon babies
And check the calendar for the expiration date

We've all been bitten
We've all been underground
We've all been beaten, battered, bruised
Told to get down