Jeffrey Lewis - Punk Is Dead lyrics
[Jeffrey Lewis - Punk Is Dead lyrics]
Punk is dead yes that's right, punk is dead
It's just another cheap product
For the consumer's head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy sedition backed by
Big time promoters cBS promoted the Clash
But not for revolution, just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like
Hippy used to be A
And it ain't got a thing to
Do with your or me
Movements are systems and systems kill
Movements are expressions of the public will
Punk became a movement cos they all felt lost
But the leaders sold out and now
We all pay the cost
Punk narcissism was a social napalm
The Sex pistols started doing real harm
Preaching revolution
Anarchy and change As they
Sucked from the system that had
Given him his name
Well I'm tired of staring
Through shit stained glass
I'm tired of staring up a superstars ass
I've got an ass and a heart and a name
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Is there really 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 attack
But the systems stole the sting
Punk is dead punk is dead punk is dead
It's just another cheap product
For the consumer's head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy sedition backed by
Big time promoters cBS promoted the Clash
But not for revolution, just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like
Hippy used to be A
And it ain't got a thing to
Do with your or me
Movements are systems and systems kill
Movements are expressions of the public will
Punk became a movement cos they all felt lost
But the leaders sold out and now
We all pay the cost
Punk narcissism was a social napalm
The Sex pistols started doing real harm
Preaching revolution
Anarchy and change As they
Sucked from the system that had
Given him his name
Well I'm tired of staring
Through shit stained glass
I'm tired of staring up a superstars ass
I've got an ass and a heart and a name
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Is there really 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 attack
But the systems stole the sting
Punk is dead punk is dead punk is dead