we all have the power to change, but so many of us subscribe to the idea that we'd rather be spectators than contribute anything worthwhile. while we dance and
of years from now, it will look different again. but the diehards will always find ways to stay ahead of the fakes and the phonies. these fuckers may have the look, and
dead cat without hitting a cry of brotherhood and family. i can never be a part of a family that excludes half its members through archaic sexism and
hook line and sinker, we fucking buy it because what's not to like about sixty second spots leading from pink floyd straight into talk of heaven and revenge and
We sit and stare while our lives go on without us num and content while our insides rot robbed this with our this shit own consent this shit sucks
this is ours!! every couple of years, various sub-genres of punk achieve some modicum of mainstream success. and every couple of years, a seemingly endless parade of soundalikes and
things other than records and shows. punk ethics run deeer than what label support and which band said what. punk ethics challenge so much of what we learn at work, at school, and
change and we can do to change thie world, but we can't seem to get our acts together to change our immediate surroundings. we pardon and excuse
I hate this shit its got no soul sincere as cardboard and almost as exciting boring bpointless oulless its not what i thought punk as for i hate
soemthing else. and somebody bought what we produced. and so on and so on and so on. we become producers of more consumers. over and over again
now, pay later. its the american way of life it seems that no matter how much we work, we can't seem to get out of this debt. and inadvertently, we
hands up and say that this was inevitable and hat we might as well get used to it. we slowly lose whatever claim we had on our scene and willingly hand
Convinced of imminent failure your life got worse, but your stuff got better with nothing to show but a loveless marriage there affairs and a dead
ain't here with us And we both know that we about to fuck You see my limo tint, but they can't see you bitch Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth
again Swallowin the Klonopin While I'm noddin In and out on the autumn and If the ramada inn Holdin onto the pill bottle then Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom And
sprayin' him with cans of ether We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the bitch again (Compton!) Detroit bitch! Talk some shit again! Stomp him! (switch feet) Stomp him
] Go now boy, get your vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun (gun) Call me ignorant and young
kill And you was, 'Ready To Die' While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places Leaving no trace, they see my face and
