Lyrics
Punk’s not dead, it just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A closed minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don’t matter, it’s who you know
If the music’s gotten boring, it’s because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene
'Til all that’s left is just a meaningless fad
Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what’s real
Is this a state of mind
Or is it just another label?
The joy and hope of an alternative
Has become its own cliche
A hairstyle’s not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35
Who needs a scene? Scared to love and to feel
Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night? I don’t know, I forgot
But diving off the stage was a lot of fun!
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents
What’s ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Ripping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder-core-than-thou for a year or two
Then it’s time to get a real job
Others stay home, it’s no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs
When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist, queer-bashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war
Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it’s under someone’s fat boot
Where’s the common cause?
Too many factions safely sulk in their shells
«Agree with us on everything or we won’t help with anything»
That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider
Guess who’s laughing while the world explodes?
When we’re all crybabies who fight best among ourselves
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents
That farty old rock and roll attitude’s back
It’s competition, man, we wanna break big
Who needs friends when the money’s good?
That’s right, the '70s are back
Cock-rock metal’s like a bad laxative
It just don’t move me, you know?
The music’s okay when there’s more ideas than solos
Do we really need the attitude too?
Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?
Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas
Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge
Will the metalheads finally learn something?
Will the punks throw away their education?
No one’s ever the best once they believe their own press
Maturing don’t mean rehashing mistakes of the past
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents
The more things change, the more they stay the same
We can’t grow if we won’t criticize ourselves
The '60s weren’t all failure, it’s the '70s that stunk
As the clock ticks, we dig the same hole
Music scenes ain’t real life, they won’t get rid of the bomb
Won’t eliminate rape or bring down the banks
Any kind of real change takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set
So why are we
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
So eager to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents
