Текст: Bad Co. Project. Sucker Stories. Punk Fiction.

Into a new age with our sound of rage
Accustomed ways might go but the purpose won?t

[Chorus:]
Doomsday will come, we?ll still be around
the seed of our cult will not die
it?s a kind of prediction - this ain?t no PUNK FICTION

Down the alleyways shirts for a sell-out price
No more D.I.Y. - bought from C&A

There?s much more behind this fashionpunk-parade
It needs to be opportune, nostalgia?s a movements doom
the spirit will survive, the flame is still alive but the faces change

Sitting in my room at night wild beats hit my mind
Pulsing through my veins, I can?t live without that noise

[Chorus:]
All trends will die out and we?ll still be around
and hang out in gangs on the street
it?s a kind of prediction - this ain?t no PUNK FICTION