I see you walking through the city,
With your perfect clothes.
You don’t know that I am watching,
You don’t know the feelings that I hold.
You come from a world of golden windows,
Where everything has its place and name.
I come from broken streets and shadows,
Where every day is just another game.

I could tell you that I need you,
I could tell you what I feel.
But what could I ever give you?
A broken heart that never heals.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
I’m not from your world, I’m not your kind.
Empty pockets, broken dreams,
A restless heart and a troubled mind.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
I don’t belong where you belong.
I fight the system, I fight the rules,
I turn my anger into songs.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
You deserve a better life than mine.
You’re the light I’m reaching for…
But I’m lost on the other side.

You have dreams of better mornings,
A quiet life, a place to stay.
I have songs about rebellion,
And a thousand things I hate.
You wear perfume, I smell of smoke,
You read books, I write on walls.
You believe the world can change someday,
I just fight before it falls.

Maybe you could understand me,
Maybe you could see my heart.
But I’m afraid that when you know me…
You will only see the scars.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
I’m not from your world, I’m not your kind.
Empty pockets, broken dreams,
A restless heart and a troubled mind.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
I don’t belong where you belong.
I fight the system, I fight the rules,
I turn my anger into songs.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
You deserve a better life than mine.
You’re the light I’m reaching for…
But I’m lost on the other side.

So I’ll keep my distance from you,
I’ll hide these feelings deep inside.
You deserve a man with answers,
Not a rebel lost in life.
Maybe in another world,
I could hold your hand and stay…
But in this one I’m just a punk,
And I was born this way.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
I’m not from your world, that’s the truth.
Empty pockets, broken dreams,
And a fire burning through my youth.

It won’t work… because I’m a punk.
I will never kneel or obey.
You are the dream I can’t reach…
So I walk the other way.