Lyrics

Hey, kids (hey, dad) What do you wanna do today? (I don't know) Do you want to go to the matinée? (No) Do you want to go to the amusement park? (No!) Do you want to go to the punk rock show? (Yeah, let's go to the punk rock show) Lost in a sea of combat boots Flush the bouncers with wasted youth When did punk rock become so safe? When did the scene become a joke? The kids who used to live for beer and speed Now want their fries and coke Cursing and birds are not allowed In fact, let's keep noise levels down Must separate the church and skate Why don't we put pads on the kids? Helmets, headgear and mouthpieces Then we could pad the floors and walls Put cameras inside bathroom stalls We make sure only nice bands play Make every show a matinée Teach kids to be all they can be And we could sing "My Country 'Tis of Thee" Sweet land of liberty When did punk rock become so safe? I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher who put up the barricades Like a stake in the heart Somehow we got driven apart I want conflict, I want dissent I want the scene to represent Our hatred of authority Our fight against complacency Stop singing songs 'bout girls and love You killed the owl, you freed the dove Confrontation and politics Replaced with harmonies and shticks When did punk rock become so tame? These fucking bands all sound the same We want our fights, we want our thugs We want our burns, we want our drugs Where is the violent apathy? These fuckin' records rated G When did punk rock become so safe?
Writer(s): Michael John Burkett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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