Propagandhi - Rock for Sustainable Capitalism lyrics
[Propagandhi - Rock for Sustainable Capitalism lyrics]
I fucking love that one rock video where
That fucking fat-assed mohawked millionaire
Prances around by far the worst
Sausage party on earth!
Where by mere chance he's caught
On film shaking hands
With an incredibly diverse collection
Of patriotic skins
I like the message it sends (Fucking goof)
With a Rebel Yell
(tm) , Just Do Exactly What You're Told
One million douche bags can't be wrong?
"When did punk rock become so safe?"
You'll excuse me if I laugh in your face
As I itemize your receipts
And PowerPoint your balance sheets
I hear this year's Vans Warped
Tour is "going green!"
I guess they heard that money grows on trees
Hope they ship all those
Shitty bands overseas
Like they did the factories
Music's power to describe, compel, renew
It's all a distant second to
The offers you can't refuse
Anyone remember when we used to believe
That music was a sacred place, not some
Fucking bank machine?
Not something you just bought and sold?
How could we have been so naive?
I think when all is said and done
Just cause we were young
It don't mean we were wrong
And I'll rock back and forth
On this two-bit hobbyhorse
Until she splinters and gives way
I'll tend the flowers by her grave
And whisper her name
If anyone out there understands
Can I please, see a show of hands
Just so I know I'm not insane?
Ever get the feeling you've been played?
Well, that's rock for sustainable
Capitalism and you know
We may face a scorched and lifeless earth
But they're accountable to
Their shareholders first
That's how the world works
That fucking fat-assed mohawked millionaire
Prances around by far the worst
Sausage party on earth!
Where by mere chance he's caught
On film shaking hands
With an incredibly diverse collection
Of patriotic skins
I like the message it sends (Fucking goof)
With a Rebel Yell
(tm) , Just Do Exactly What You're Told
One million douche bags can't be wrong?
"When did punk rock become so safe?"
You'll excuse me if I laugh in your face
As I itemize your receipts
And PowerPoint your balance sheets
I hear this year's Vans Warped
Tour is "going green!"
I guess they heard that money grows on trees
Hope they ship all those
Shitty bands overseas
Like they did the factories
Music's power to describe, compel, renew
It's all a distant second to
The offers you can't refuse
Anyone remember when we used to believe
That music was a sacred place, not some
Fucking bank machine?
Not something you just bought and sold?
How could we have been so naive?
I think when all is said and done
Just cause we were young
It don't mean we were wrong
And I'll rock back and forth
On this two-bit hobbyhorse
Until she splinters and gives way
I'll tend the flowers by her grave
And whisper her name
If anyone out there understands
Can I please, see a show of hands
Just so I know I'm not insane?
Ever get the feeling you've been played?
Well, that's rock for sustainable
Capitalism and you know
We may face a scorched and lifeless earth
But they're accountable to
Their shareholders first
That's how the world works