PUNK IS DEAD


Yes that’s right, punk is dead, 
It’s just another cheap product forthe consumer’s head. 
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors,
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters. 
CBS promote the Clash, 
But it ain’t for revolution, it’s just for cash. 
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be 
And it ain’t got a thing to do with you or me.

Movements are systems and systems kill.
Movements are expressions of the public will. 
Punk became a movement 'cos we all felt lost, 
But the leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost.
Punk narcissism was a social napalm, 
Steve Jones started doing real harm. 
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change 
As he sucked from the system 
That had given him his name.

Well I’m tired of looking through shit stained glass, 
Tired of staring up a superstar’s arse, 
I’ve got an arse and crap and a name, 
I’m just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame. 
Steve Jones you’re napalm, if you’re so pretty why do you smarm? 
Patti Smith, you’re napalm, you write with you’re hand 
But it’s Rimbaud’s arm.

And me, yes, I, do I want to burn? 
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle? 
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle? 
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear, 
The social elite with safetypins in their ear, 
I watch and understand that it don’t mean a thing, 
The scorpions might attack, but the system’s stole the sting.

PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.

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