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Hey Kids! [Kids:] |
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Hey Dad! [Father:] |
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What'da want to do today? [Kids:] |
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We don't know. [Father:] |
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Wanna go to the matinee? [Kids:] |
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NO! [Father:] |
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Wanna go to the |
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Amusement |
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Park? [Kids:] |
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NO! [Father:] |
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Wanna go to the punk rock show? [Kids:] |
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Yeah! Let's go to the punk rock show! |
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Lost in a sea of combat boots, |
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Flush the bouncers with wasted youth |
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When did punk rock become so safe? |
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When did the scene become a joke? |
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The kids who used to live for beer and speed |
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Now want their fries and coke |
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Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed, |
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In fact let's keep noise levels down |
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Must separate the church and skate! |
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Why don't we put pads on the kids? |
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Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces! |
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Then we could pad the floor and walls, |
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Put cameras inside bathroom stalls |
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We make sure only nice bands play, |
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Make every show a matinee |
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Teach kids to be all they can be, |
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And we could sing my country tis of thee |
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Sweet land of liberty |
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When did punk rock become so safe? |
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I know it wasn't |
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Duane or Fletcher, |
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Who put up the barricades |
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Like a stake in the heart, |
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Somehow we got driven apart [Solo] |
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I want conflict! |
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I want dissent! |
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I want the scene to represent |
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Our hatred of authority, |
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Our fight against complacency |
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Stop singing songs 'bout girls and love! |
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You killed the owl! |
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You freed the dove! |
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Confrontation and politics |
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Replaced with harmonies and shticks |
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When did punk rock become so tame? |
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These fucking bands all sound the same |
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We want our fights we want our thugs! |
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We want our burns we want our drugs! |
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Where is the violent apathy?! |
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These fucking records are rated |
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G! When did punk rock become so safe?! |
