What's up with the Kids Lyrics

What's up with some of the kids?
Call yourselves hardcore punks
Well you're full of shit
You're so not radical you closeted wimp
You got the bible up your ass
And christ is your pimp

Insecure tough guy crap
Yeah, that's dead
We believe you can change
We're not asking you to bed

Compare your lyrics with what
The bigots have said
It's all the same rhetoric
And you're the fool that's been misled