Infected in my early years from home tapes I recorded
And there's no cure young and angry
Teenage brat, confused and non-conformist
The music grabbed me by the throat and gave me what I wanted
A pathway from this dead end town and I'm still fuckin' on it
No antidote

The sickness pulsing through my veins
Contaminate the world
Infected with the punk rock strain
Contaminate the world
The viral outbreak spreads world-wide
Contaminate the world
Infected, angry and amplified
Contaminate

Packed a bag, laced up my boots and headed for the border
Met a load of punks and freaks against the new world order
Squatted with the deviants, the rejects and the artists
Freedom of expression for the outcasts and discarded
No antidote

The music that we make reflects youth culture and our anger
Contaminate, communicate, we all fly the same banner
High viral load in bandung, burma, nepal and morocco
Share the sickness, spread the virus, become an agitator
No antidote