O.K. F.M. D.O.A.

Witness a jaded town
 Got some champagne for a forty ounce frown
 I've worked my theories through
 Already half dead and nothing more to lose
 Forget now what we've got
 And all your Old Stories celebratin wounds
 I've heard enough of " those days are gone"
 Because there's never time to play the fool
 Come on, kill the lights with troublemake
 Come on, smash the light and celebrate
 Let's tie a yellow ribbon around the necks
 Of the motherfuckers living for the giving in
 Move with the rogue set choking out the radio
 A thousand voices booming out in stereo
 From top to bottom knock them down like dominoes
 Why wake up in the past
 With well-framed pages from the book of rules
 I've heard enough of " where were you then"
 Because I don't give a shit about collecting dues
 I saw it coming now it happens all the time
 First you had a D.I.Y. chip on your shoulder
 Now you got an ego fifty fanzines wide
 Don't give me those eyes
 That confidence you're selling I won't but
 Maybe the costume fits
 But the script's still shit.