All the Young Punks (New Boots and Contracts)

[Verse 1]
Hangin' about
Down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passin' yobbos
We did chance to speak

[Pre-Chorus]
I knew how to sing, ya' know
An' they knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine

[Chorus]
All the young punks
Laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for
All you young cunts
Live it now
'Cause there ain't much to die for

[Verse 2]
Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manager
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on ya'

[Pre-Chorus]
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week

[Chorus]
All the young punks
Laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for
All you young cunts
Live it now
'Cause there ain't much to die for

[Bridge]
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week

[Verse 3]
Face front ya' got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot

[Chorus]
All the young punks
Laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for
All you young cunts
Live it now
'Cause there ain't much to die for