Yes that's right, punk is dead,
It's just another cheap product for the consumers 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 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 staring through shit stained glass,
Tired of staring up a superstars 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 (vacant) why do you swarm?
Patti Smith you're napalm,
You write with your 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 safety-pins in their ear,
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing,
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting.

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

Oh, Children of Palestine!
I infer from your silence …

From far,
I hear cries of the petrified
I hear grouses of thousand muted vagabonds
I see,
Sullen looking women with bloodied hands
Lining up the streets
Submissive, I doubt that

A sober reminder that anger exist
And hate clouding minds persist

The children of God are helpless!

It is due to the negligence of man
Leaders with morbid fascination
Leaders that betray humanity
Leaders engrossed with greed
I seek,
To comprehend their distasteful philosophy
They’re misguided in their path
Knowingly seeking The Godly Wrath

Obliterate their sinful footprints
They have disobeyed
Occupied by worldly possessions
Shows no pity in constant time

Will remorse comes too late?
When end of time sees man no more human?

Worry no more little ones!
For your brisk life is never bland
Stand with your feet on the barren sand
In the blistering heat from your walk to your crawl
With God’s directions your fate befalls.

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