Andy Seven

The Hardcore Kid

I.
He tied a rag around his boot
spare changes for his loot
still lamenting the death of Sid
he’s The Hardcore Kid

Punk’s not dead
Mohawk skulls hard as lead on Sundays he’s straight edge
and his girlfriend’s all skint
he’s The Hardcore Kid

II.

He breaks in a tornadic sweat
when he slams to Jello and Minor Threat
skanking with his mates in the pit
he’s The Hardcore Kid

His daredevil crowd surfing and volcanic loud burping
got him branded a twat in every hepatitis-filled squat
keeps his diseases well hid
he’s The Hardcore Kid

III.

Louder harder faster
jet propulsion is his master
crude lewd rude and never submits
he’s The Hardcore Kid

Spiked bracelet spiked collar
Dude dude dude can you spare a dollar
going to see Fugazi not all punks are Nazis, fuck off
he’s The Hardcore Kid