Punks In a Disco Bar

The words I scream
Are meaningless or holy things
They kiss my tongue
Before they split to fix someone
When nothing's loud
I punch my heart I flex my mouth

Until it comes
On like a truth
Brilliant and dumb
Man, they taught me to talk
Then told me to shut up
I never cared
But, man, it cut
I'm nothing clean

I'm garbage thoughts and dirty knees
A fucked-up punk
I'm a bastard light I ain't no one's son
Man, they taught me to talk
Then told me to shut up

I never cared
But, man, it cut
I never cared
But, man, it cut