Closet Punk

You think your real cool Starting fights at school And writing stupid lines like "Anarchy Rules" You don`t even know what anarchy is You never will and you never did You`re a closet punk You closet punk If your mother only knew you wear bandannas and boots Of you traded your tennis racket For a camouflage jacket Those wrap around glasses make you look like a faggot You`ve got a Mohawk that you comb down in the day When you`re at work or when you`re out at play You`re at work or when you`re out at play You`re in this just for fun You`re a closet punk You closet punk Stay in the closet where you belong Stay in the closet where you`ve been all along You`re the hidden one You`re in this just for fun You`re a closet punk You`re a closet punk You closet punk