Who Writes Your Rules? - Lower Class Brats

They come in droves trying to look mean

Fake blue dreads and they’re wearing baggy jeans

They think they’re cool, they think they’re tough

But we know better, they’re just pups

CH:

Who writes your rules for rebellion?

You’ll buy anything that they’re sellin'

Who writes your rules, who rights your rules

Who writes your rules for rebellion

Standing on the streets begging for my loot

I won’t give you nothing except for my boot

Scream «fuck the system» your the systems tool

Look at yourself man you’re lookin at a fool

Your trendy fucks, you're hippies with spikes

You’re everything I hate and nothing I like

You know everything and you’re only 16

Clame to be punks but you don’t support the scene