All the Punks are Domesticated

All of the punks are domesticated
 All of the freaks have gone to bed
 All of the pioneers are saved for
 Information tech
 Or wrinkled and dead
 They're dead
 Now every room is sterilized
 All risk is paralyzed
 Meanwhile, the pop tarts climb the pop charts
 The blood clots block your heart parts
 And no one really has anything to say
 All of the rockstars are behind the bar
 Serving computers with acoustic guitars
 It's a travesty
 Rock and roll matinee
 Songs about sunny days
 Or love in a pretty way
 All of our expression is uniform
 All of our food is mostly chloroform
 It's not even a secret
 It's easily accessible
 Just like anything on the planet
 And no one really minds
 It's just a sign of the times
 To numb your dime a dozen mind
 In a world that gave everyone a voice
 We have no other choice
 We're all so important
 Tell me about yourself
 Tell me about yourself
 Tell me about yourself
 I will be forgotten in two generations
 What will have been my big mark?
 A couple little tears dangling in the dark
 An impressive collection of digital remarks
 An apple falls at the park
 Where your body lay
 Deep within the clay
 It's just another day
 Where all of the punks are domesticated
 All of the freaks have gone to bed