Words by Reese Roper
Music by Scott Kerr and Dennis Culp

What could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy
What's in a standard if you change it all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining your own kind
Need I remind you, we all knew you before
You threw rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor
Now you think you're punk just because it's in
You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins

Got a peaceful feeling, I don't want to fight no more
Got a peaceful feeling
I don't care if we're punk or ska or hardcore enough for you
It's sad but true
You can call us names 'til your face turns blue
Our assurance comes from God, it's nothing new
We'll never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you

That smug look on your face, your nose up in the air
Your patches say you're open-minded
But still you couldn't bear some punk thrown in with ska
You said it wouldn't work
Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk
The purist turns a deaf ear, he's such an intellect
Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist like the trigger of a gun
Stop and see we're all alike and we can dance as one

Got a peaceful feeling, I don't want to fight no more
Got a peaceful feeling
I don't care if we're punk or ska or hardcore enough for you
It's sad but true
You can call us names 'til your face turns blue
Our assurance comes from God, it's nothing new
We'll never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you