A PISS IN THE OCEAN


Punk played it's own important role in the fight against oppression 
Aired awareness, new opinions, destroyed formerly accepted obsessions 
Right out the window went stale traditions, false morals blinded hope 
Respect for authority joined them; we made them a standing joke 
We said, "fuck off" smarmy popstar shits portraying images of a perfect world 
Smearing a happy, clean face on reality, "it's the Queens Jubilee..." go to hell 
Refusing to be puppets with the promise of a future, there is no future 
So never mind the bollocks, because anarchy in the UK suits us 
The public screamed in outcry, demanded immediate termination 
The "scum of the earth" has raised its voice "How could they do this to our nation?" 
The media tried to destroy us, stop the 'poor mans' rock invasion 
The exposure only helped us reveal their hopeless situation 

Gaining in momentum and numbers, we needed spokesmen 
And that came from four people from the real world, just like the rest of us 
We now had a voice, an alternative, our message getting louder 
Nothing now could stop us rising up to meet their fast advancing challenge 
But when the challenge came, they crumbled, as the four proved easy prey 
For the states clever weapon money proved too tempting once again 
Big bastard business cheque books opened up and then swallowed 
Those leeches sucked hard slyly, and we couldn't believe the scenes that followed 

Punk shops - " roll up! Buy your rebellion here!" 
Badges, posters, bondage, books, colouring for your hair 
Like sheep they flocked to buy punk rock, 
A part of the new threat! 
The country laughed and screamed "punk flop"; 
It now seemed punk was dead! 

They toured the lands to Disneyland 
And ripped the state apart 
Destroyed the music status quo 
And created a new start 
Their jet set pads, the sunny land 
The songs of train robbings 
It's just all more money in the bank 
So come on boys and girls and sing 
We stood and could only watch 
As they took everything we stood for 
And made a mockery of it 
The four feeding finance straight back 
Into the system they supposedly despised 
What was once the black flag of anarchy 
Was now the colours of the Union Jack 


The movement, punk rock, who cares? 
We are just another band; they were just another band 
Direct action is what achieves change, 
Not miming to words, how much longer must we sing the same old song? 
Crawling from the mess that they'd left standing as our future 
We realised we needed 'no one' to mouth off our message for us 
Told big business to take a running jump, 
Went back underground where we started 
The tribe then split, as some stayed behind to mourn  

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