Fast opinions.

Oh, we the punks! Oh, we're in the streets, riding out innocence through unspoken laments. Oh, we the punks! Oh, we do bleed, hiding our influence through untimely events. Oh, we the punks! Oh, where we heave, striving for impotence through unprotected intents. Oh, we the punks! Oh, we are free, contriving our intolerance through unfathomable content. How will we afford the untimely morgue? How will we afford, walking through the door? How will we afford, an instrument and gin? How will we afford, a smoking barrel or a grin?