I Need a Four Letter Word for Rebellion by Dropping a Popped Locket Lyrics

Born underground, is that sick enough?
Beer cans and party cups; spray paint and dirty clubs
Music loud like injustice, then injustice gets louder, we get pissed and prouder!
We'll fight oppression, not afraid to cause tension; closed fists and circle pits
No straight path in our lives, too drunk to walk a straight line

I need a four letter word for rebellion!
Punk! Punk! Punk! Punk!

We don’t refrain from fuckin' shit
If there's a question we’ll question it
Fight for religious freedom and gay rights; we stand on the side of black lives!
Drink a bottle, make a molotov, throw it at some cops that are poppin' off
Hoppin' trains to other states. It’s the spirit of '77, plus we’re all against 88

I need a four letter word for rebellion!
Punk! Punk! Punk! Punk!

No straight path in our lives
We’re too drunk to walk a straight line
I need a four letter word for rebellion!
Punk! Punk! Punk! Punk!