Punk Is Dead

Yes that's right, punk is dead
 It's just another cheap product for the consumers' head
 Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
 Schoolboy sedition backed by big-time promoters
 CBS promote the Clash
 Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
 Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
 Ain't got a thing to do with you or me
 Movements are systems and systems kill
 Movements are expressions of the public will
 Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost
 Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
 Punk narcissism was a social napalm
 Steve Jones started doing real harm
 Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
 Sucked from the system that had given him his name
 Well I'm tired of staring through shit-stained glass
 Tired of staring up a superstar's arse
 I've got an arse and crap and a name
 I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
 Steven Jones, you're napalm
 If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?
 Patti Smith, you're napalm, you write with your hand
 But it's Rimbaud's arm
 And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
 Is there something I can learn?
 Do I need a business man to promote my angle
 Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
 I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
 The social elite with safety pins in their ear
 I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
 The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting
 Punk is dead
 Punk is dead
 Punk is dead
 Punk is dead
 Punk is dead
 Punk is dead
 Punk is dead
 Punk is dead