Punk is Dead

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 a social napalm, Steve Jones started dong 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 superstars arse, I've go an arse and crap and a name, I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes of fame. Steve Jones your napalm, if your so pretty why do you smarm? 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 is don't mean a thing, the scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting.

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