I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter
Brought her coat from Paris, that one I bought her
And we brought some bread to feed the swans
But they were already gone, they were already gone

Yeah yeah the punks are done
Fuck those rock and rollers
All the hip hop kids
Think we give a shit, well
We don't, we don't, we don't
We don't, we don't, we don't

I'm your mother's son, that fucking holy roller
And I just stand still
Watch the world grow colder
And I can't change, I can't change

Yeah yeah the punks are done
Fuck those rock and rollers
All the hip hop kids
Think we give a shit, well
We don't, we don't, we don't
We don't, we don't, we don't

And I got work to do when
I'll play with your head in your hands
I'll just play with my head in my hands

I'm not afraid to die
Don't care if I get older
Cry, cry, no I don't cry
I just take it over
I just take it over

You love those rock and rollers
You love those rock and rollers

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Writer(s): Brian Joseph Burton, John Baldwin Gourley