Born into the middle class
Yeah, all you had to do was ask
And mom and dad would give you what you needed
And though I didnt know you then
I know youll probably defend
And take the stand in the life that youd been cheated
So you adopt a punk rock life
A leather jacket, hair with spikes
And join a band
Cause you must have a say
And though you helped out with it that time
Theres those of us, who keep on
Trying to make a living and not sound like Green Day
Trade rags say youre making it, now youre old
You dont give a shit.
Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy youve become your own nemesis
Mr. Brett, we wont pay that fee to keep you
Livin in luxury
Some say genius, some say mistake
But youve become what you used to hate
So now were in the 90s and punks not what it used to be
Its gone downhill since 1982
And though I liked most of your bands
And listen to them all I can
Its fucked up that you think its cause of you
You think that youre still part of the scene
Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green
For you this mid life crisis has come on strong
Now punk rocks been accepted
And theyve realized its not just a fad
Please, stay behind that desk where you belong
Punk rock lifes been good to you
Now Corporate punks the thing to do
Obnoxiously, you raised your fee,
Youll see to it well all get screwed.
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