My head's burned up,

My heart's drowned out,

the 'code of my delinquency'

is all I care about.

You shake your head in shame

as I beat at my drums.

You think that this music

is giving me reason to run.

I'm wasting my life

trying to be the rebel.

At least that's what you tell me;

that I'll soon be in trouble.

So I'll break more things

turn my music up too loud.

No matter how hard I've tried

I could never make you proud.

You think I'm just a punk

or that I'm going through a phase

but my relentless teen angst

has put you in a daze.

There's no 'code of delinquency;'

nothing you do can stop them,

because juvenile delinquency

is my battle anthem.