Between punishment and pungent, you’ve got punk
The dictionary talks of tinder from tree trunks,
a male prostitute, a firework,
a worthless person who won’t work
I read the definition and my world shrunk

Cos I was six years old in ’76
And I was 16 years old in ’86
I can’t read the date on the calendar
But I’m still looking for something more
Something more than the commercial shit

Cos I’m a worthless person, yeah, yeah
My heart is hurting, yeah, yeah
I’m a worthless person, yeah, yeah
My heart is hurting, yeah

I feel at home at the bottom of the class
And I like to be a pain in your ass
Born this way, I suppose
Stick my fingers up your nose
I can’t help it, I guess I’m just crass

Cos I’m a worthless person, yeah, yeah
My heart is hurting, yeah, yeah
I’m a worthless person, yeah, yeah
My heart is hurting, yeah

Cos I’m a worthless person, yeah, yeah …