Punk Rock Heaven

Baby, you're a poseur Honey, I should know You ask me where the shows are But then you never go Poseur purgatory Awaits you at the end But that's not my story I'll tell you why, my friend Got my Martens on with steely toes Spike my hair and pierce my nose I'm goin' up to Punk Rock Heaven Hippie Hell awaits you, Jack Unless you take that tie-dye off your back And jump the track to Punk Rock Heaven The smack up there is pearly white There's always time to pick a fight The leather pants are nice and tight The Pistols play there every night Got my guitar and my drum Hey Johnny Thunders — here I come! Comin' up to Punk Rock Heaven If I was you I tell you, son I'd pierce my nipples with a staple gun And make a run for Punk Rock Heaven The smack up there is white as snow Pack my bags, man — here I go! Maybe in an hour or so I'll catch a G.G. Allin show Hey every junky, punk and freak If Manic Panic makes you weak Then follow me and catch that train Pleased to meet you, Kurt Cobain I need a mohawked, tattooed, flannel-clad Combat-booted lovely lad To take me up to Punk Rock Heaven