Boxcar - The Ataris

You’re not punk and I’m telling everyone

Save your breath, I never was one

You don’t know what I’m all about

Like killing cops and reading Kerouac

My enemies are all too familiar

They’re the ones who used to call me friend

I’m coloring outside your guidelines

I was passing out when you were passing out your rules

One, two, three, four

Who’s punk?

What’s the score?

Got a friend, her name is Boxcar

Cigarettes and beer in El Sob

Her hair was blue, now it’s green

I like her mind, she hates the scene

You’re on your own

You’re all alone