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Lost in a sea of combat boots
Flush the bouncers with wasted youth
When did punk rock become so safe?
When did the scene become a joke?
The kids who used to live for beer and speed
Now want their fries and coke
Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed
In fact, let's keep noise levels down
Must separate the church and skate
Why don't we put pads on the kids?
Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces
Then we could pad the floor and walls
Put cameras inside bathroom stalls
We make sure only nice bands play
Make every show a matinee
Teach kids to be all they can be
And we could sing "My country tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty" (blah)
When did punk rock become so safe?
I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher
Who put up the barricades
Like a stake in the heart
Somehow we got driftin' apart
I want conflict, I want dissent
I want the scene to represent
Our hatred of authority
Our fight against complacency
Stop singing songs 'bout girls and love
You killed the owl, you freed the dove
Confrontation and politics
Replaced with harmonies and shticks
When did punk rock become so tame?
These fucking bands all sound the same
We want our fights, we want our thugs
We want our burns, we want our drugs
Where is the violent apathy?
These fucking records rated G
When did punk rock become so safe?
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