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
Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
CBS promote the Clash
Ain't got a thing to do with your or me
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
Movements are expressions of the public will Movements are systems and systems kill
Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost
Punk narcissism was a social napalm
Steve Jones started doing real harm
Sucked from the system that had given him his name
Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
Tired of staring up a superstars arse
I've got an arse and crap and a name If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?
Steven Jones, you're napalm
But it's Rimbaud's arm
Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle
Is there something I can learn?
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting
The social elite with safetypins in their ear
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.