Lyrics:
I'm glad to see you
I had a funny dream
You were wearing funny shoes
You were going to a dance
You were dressed like a punk but you are too young
kids up like they bag that chick T'want to
*?Prawley?*, some ignore me, others I bother
for the props and top dollar, G I'm doin what I gotta, see
I puts
they said it would be practical
I can't make my kids do a goddamn thing I tell them to
My kid's an unrepentant radical
He is as unimpressed by the glass
in the punk rock days
he was blowing through town in a punk rock blaze
I was a Clash kid under the spell
he bought me coca-cola at the band's hotel
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
Yeah you lookin kinda sus
What you want kid
I’m just in the back kickin it with a punk bitch
Lookin kinda sus
Know I’m comin
Got my chains on black
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
you like
Telling true stories bout Halloween night
See the kids were trick or treatin'
While the grown ups get drunk
And candy gets jacked by a true
though the seasons change
I still look up to you
cnother trip around the sun
cll praise due to Elohim
Malcolm X
Get to the check by any means
I'm eatin' day by day; ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
I know an old man, he`s got a rifle to stifle
Any young punk, he hides it under his bunk
And I know a kid who`s been to jail
And he told me that
the punk rock rulebook
'Cause times have changed and so have I, I need to get by
Is it too much to ask, do me a favor close that punk rock rulebook
PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD!
and its been killed by spiky haired kids that are being filled
with the idea that the world is beautiful and free
but they've
The kids sing out in defiance
Against a world that has forgotten them
And the media ask, "why are the kids so angry?"
After wards they'll go
explodes
There's danger in our honesty
Fueled by punk and anger
Against those motherfuckin fascists
Alienation breeds creativity
Alienation breeds community
you like
Telling true stories bout Halloween night
See the kids were trick or treatin'
While the grown ups get drunk
And candy gets jacked by a true
Since Then I Learned a Few Things
From Stories Shared by Friends
Come Across Movement, Music, n' a Lot of Scene
Punks, Skinheads, n' Hardcore Kids
front to back say hey, hey, hey, hey
I put Detroit City back on the map by singin hey, hey, hey, hey
Kid Rocks in the house and that's where I'm at!
strip
Save the silenced
From punks drunk off the threat of violence
My secret identity is hated for what I am
Instead of loved for what I'm not, goddamn
Smoking skunk, waiting for a fucking punk
To beef, so he can get killed by the psycho thief
Retarded like Biz, eating cats like Heath-
Cliff, light
And even when they see you
Stack your O's by the book
They treat you like a criminal
Cuz your color's got 'em shook
Look man I got fam south of the border
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
punky kids, bought some beers
They showed us around under a bridge by the river
We got drunk and sang Clash songs, we were saved just
In time by
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