Punk's not dead,
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon.
A close-minded, self-centered social club;
Ideas don't matter, it's who you know.
If the music's gotten boring
It's because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same,
Who drive bright people out
Of our so-called scene
'Til all that's left Is just a meaningless fad.
Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what's real.
Is this a state of mind?
Or just another label?
The joy and hope of an alternative
Have become its own cliche,
A hairstyle's not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35.
Who needs a scene
Scared to love and to feel?
Judging everythng
By loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night?
"I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun."
So eager to please,
Peer pressure decrees,
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again,
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents.
What's ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars.
Flipping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it's time to get a real job.
Others stay home, it's no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs.
When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam.
Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war .
Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval.
Unity is bullshit
When it's under someone's fat boot.
Where's the common cause?
Too many factions
Safely sulk in their shells
Agree with us on everything
Or we won't help with anythng.
That kind of attitude
Just makes a split grow wider
Guess who's laughing while the world explodes?
When we're all crybabies
Who fight best among ouselves
That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
"It's competition, man, we wanna break big."
Who needs friends when the money's good
That's right, the '70s are back.
Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative
It just don't move me, ya know?
The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
But do we rally need the attitude too?
Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?
Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas.
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge
Will the metalheads finally learn something-
Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one's ever the best
Once they believe their own press
"Maturing" don't mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past
The more things change
The more they stay the same.
We can't grow
When we won't criticize ourselves.
The '80s weren't all failure
It's the '90s that stunk.
As the clock ticks we dig the same hole
Music scenes ain't real life,
They won't get rid of the bomb,
Won't eliminate rape
Or bring down the banks.
Any kind of real change
Takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set.
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