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
watch her leave but i bet she coming back like she forgot her keys and now we murderers because we kill time she saw Dr.carter and now she feel fine
market crashes and we find Warren Harding, he does fine It's Calvin Coolidge next in line And then in nineteen twenty-nine The market crashes and we find
stole A car came to the rescue, I bailed in and said, "Bless you But what made me the man you would wanna show help to?" I proceeded to ask him and he
what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself