12 years old and left alone
I found a family of my own
among the ones who didn’t fit
I had a place to rage and …

Oh, that craving was hot
confused and angry
needed to be part of that rout

The years passed by, the rage was gone
I had a house, a man, a son
still something pounding deep inside
urged for attention like a song …

that craving’s still hot
so hurt and lonesome
feeling to be part of that rout

Once I get started
forget I’m broken-hearted
I get a sense of how it used to be
when you’re all wasted
the feeling that I’m tasting
is resurrection of my punkrock-heart

Now that I’m back on stage again
my heart is open wide for them
the punks, the freaks are still alive
and never meant to disappear

that craving’s still here
no matter what
I’ve chosen to be part of that rout

Once I get started
forget I’m broken-hearted
I get a sense of how it used to be
when you’re all wasted
the feeling that I’m tasting
is resurrection of my punkrock-heart