You're always on my back about what i mean to do and all your talk is bothering me just wait until i'm through i walk down to the corner store to catch up with my friends they're puffin smoke high on dope, will this shit ever end?

i go down to the matinee such stupid shit i see as middle class suburban kids grubbin money off of me tough guys starin pickin fights with new kids & with old these attitudes help nobody the guilty should be told and we'll tell 'em no reason why
to beat up on a poser skin no reason why
to keep the little kids from getting in no reason why

to take advantage of the people you know no reason why - there's just no reason why.