ideen til denne sang, kom da jeg sad og skrev en historie om et band ved navn The Deads Gate. Jeg skulle bare lige bruge noget.

Punks not dead in this place

YAY!
Punks not dead in this place!

You, telling me what I’m supposed to do
But I would never listen to you
You’r killing me, tearing me apart
Just leave, leave me now
I’ll make it on my own this time

Yearh, my life isn’t yours
You would never understand the punk
And I’ll tell you now, yearh
Punks not dead in this place
Yearh.

I’m living in a world of hate
But I’ll make it on my own
I won’t give up because of you
Just leave, yes leave me now
I’ll make it.


Yearh, my life isn’t yours
You’ll never understand the punk
And I’ll tell you now, yearh
Punks not dead in this place
Yearh.

Look at you, what are you?
Tell me not to kill you
I have the power and
You can’t make me
I’ll take it from here.

Yearh!!!

Punks not dead in this place baby
You’ll never understand
And my life will never be yours
I’m best on my own

Cause Punks not dead in this place.