A Hundred Dollars Songtext

What is it you want me to say?
is it that i lost a good thing?
yeah, i know i shoulda said it long ago.
all i could manage to think up was it wasn't my fault.
when i walk downtown you know i gotta walk with my head held high,
because those stupid southern yuppies they don't like
to see a punk rock kid with his head held high.
they like the way that their money feels.
they got bank accounts and boob jobs and a fast set of wheels.
they fear a smile on the young, they fear the actions of the young.