Screeching Weasel - Punk Rock Explained lyrics
[Screeching Weasel - Punk Rock Explained lyrics]
You start out with a punk rock
Band just trying to have fun
Your lousy seven-inch is
Not impressing anyone
You get your first show
And you're ready to go
When you're stopped by the fire chief
Do not pass go do not collect
Your ten bucks gas money
But pretty soon you're
Playing almost constantly
You buy a crappy, rusted-out old van
You leave your mom's house
Happy to be on your own
And move in with the rest of your band
You get a record deal with a
Big label on the coast
You feel important as you eat
Your ramen and your toast
And your money is spent
And you can't pay the rent
But, you're having a gay old time
You don't have cash for food
But you still get drunk every night
The local fanzines all
Start wanting interviews
And then you're in Maximum Rocknroll
Your record starts to sell
And you get paid for it
The fun's just started, now hit the road
The merchandise is selling out
You're the talk of the scene
The profit margins far exceed
Your most orgasmic dreams
But touring feels wrong when
They're shouting out songs
Or punching you in the mouth
The ones who don't want your autograph
Scream at you that you've sold out
You wonder why you ever got involved in this
You find yourself despising all your fans
Your appointments with accountants and
Your lawyers are
More important than the stupid punk band
You come out with a half-assed
Record made too fast you hate your band
And they think you're a jerk
And suddenly you're not the
Hottest thing around
It's time for a career in spoken word
Band just trying to have fun
Your lousy seven-inch is
Not impressing anyone
You get your first show
And you're ready to go
When you're stopped by the fire chief
Do not pass go do not collect
Your ten bucks gas money
But pretty soon you're
Playing almost constantly
You buy a crappy, rusted-out old van
You leave your mom's house
Happy to be on your own
And move in with the rest of your band
You get a record deal with a
Big label on the coast
You feel important as you eat
Your ramen and your toast
And your money is spent
And you can't pay the rent
But, you're having a gay old time
You don't have cash for food
But you still get drunk every night
The local fanzines all
Start wanting interviews
And then you're in Maximum Rocknroll
Your record starts to sell
And you get paid for it
The fun's just started, now hit the road
The merchandise is selling out
You're the talk of the scene
The profit margins far exceed
Your most orgasmic dreams
But touring feels wrong when
They're shouting out songs
Or punching you in the mouth
The ones who don't want your autograph
Scream at you that you've sold out
You wonder why you ever got involved in this
You find yourself despising all your fans
Your appointments with accountants and
Your lawyers are
More important than the stupid punk band
You come out with a half-assed
Record made too fast you hate your band
And they think you're a jerk
And suddenly you're not the
Hottest thing around
It's time for a career in spoken word