Outta Style

Some have expectations to meet
And some have guidelines to meet
Don't bring all your problems to me
They’re livin' in a world of make believe

I don't care what you say
I’m gonna live it out my own way

I don't need to be your way
Just to show I'm cool
I don't live my life by guidelines
Set by fascist fools
We all know who's in command
I think they call him "style"
He's the one who tells you
How to dress and when to smile

Once upon a time
There was a boy who wanted friends
He put on the right clothes
And pursued a happy end
Soon he got suspicious
And he started to decide
Clothes cannot dictate what's cool
And soon gained back his pride

I don't need the things you say
I don’t need the things you do
I don’t need the things you wear
I'll just throw those things right back to you
Right back to you

Now it’s time for you to decide
How you wanna be
I don't wanna see you change your ways
Day after day
Seems like all good things are gone
They failed the test of time
A punk in 1999
Is a rare and precious find

I don't need the change you bring
I'm a rock, an island for all time
I don’t need the styles you embrace
The spikes in my cruel world will always shine
Keep shinin'

Keep shinin' on

I don't wanna die
Without knowing who lives down inside
No, I don't wanna die
Don't wanna die