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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 the 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 has 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 everything 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 eagre 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
Ripping 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 queer-bashing 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 anything"
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
So eagre to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes, again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents
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
Do we really 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
So eagre to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes, again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents
The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can't grow when we won't criticize ourselves
The '60s weren't all failure, It's the '70s 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
so why are we...
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again,
Chickenshit conformist like your parents.
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props to anyone who knows this song
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