Fucked up
Not punk enough to be a punk
Not drunk enough to be a drunk
Got no reason to be straight
And I don’t believe in faith
I’m fucked up
What do you want from me
Still looking for your identity
Make your parents life a hell
Will anyone ring your bell
You got nothing bur you want it all
The rise is starting just too fall
But now I’m left alone
Living in a broken home
OC crew
no we won’t speak softly
we got it in our minds
we speak it from the heart
this could be a new start
we need to take what belongs to us
the spirit is around
just like a burning cross
we are the oc crew
for old and for new
we are the oc crew
the ones with the view
open the doors
we’re back in town
we can tolerate
your sexual frustration
just feel free to masturbate
and if you can’t find a place
to do your little thing
we will search all over space
the oc crew will win