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Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-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 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 just another label
The joy and hope of an alternative
Have 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 everythng
By loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night?
andquot;I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun.andquot;
[Chorus:]
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
Flipping 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 queerbashing 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 anythng
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 ouselves
[Chorus]
That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
andquot;It's competition, man, we wanna break big.andquot;
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, ya know?
The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
Do we rally 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-
Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one's ever the best
Once they believe their own press
andquot;Maturingandquot; don't mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past
[Chorus]
The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can't grow
When 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
[Chorus]
Punk no está muerto
Sólo merece morir
Cuando se convierte en otra caricatura rancia
Una mente cerrada, egocéntrica club social
Las ideas no tienen importancia, sino a quién conoces
Si la música ha vuelto aburrido
Es por la gente
¿Quién quiere que todos suenan igual
¿Quién conduce la gente brillante fuera
De nuestra supuesta escena
Hasta que todo lo que queda es sólo una moda sin sentido
Hardcore fórmulas son mierda de perro
Cambio y afecto son lo que es real
¿Es este un estado de la mente
O simplemente otra etiqueta
La alegría y la esperanza de una alternativa
Se han convertido en su propio cliché
Un peinado no es un estilo de vida
Imagínese Sid Vicious a 35
¿Quién necesita una escena
Miedo a amar y sentir
A juzgar everythng
Apelando fuerte reglas rápido
¿Quién jugó anoche?
andquot; no sé, se me olvidó.
Pero buceo fuera del escenario había un montón de fun.andquot;
[Estribillo:]
Así que con ganas de agradar
La presión de grupo decretos
Así que con ganas de agradar
La presión de grupo decretos
Realice los mismos viejos errores
Una y otra vez,
Cobarde conformista
Al igual que sus padres
¿Qué nos ha desgarrado, incluso más que las drogas
Son los ladrones y los mentirosos malditos
Flipping off personas cuando comparten su st
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Dead Kennedys
Chickenshit Conformist
Chickenshit Conformist
Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-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 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 just another label
The joy and hope of an alternative
Have 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 everythng
By loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night?
andquot;I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun.andquot;
[Chorus:]
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
Flipping 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 queerbashing 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 anythng
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 ouselves
[Chorus]
That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
andquot;It's competition, man, we wanna break big.andquot;
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, ya know?
The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
Do we rally 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-
Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one's ever the best
Once they believe their own press
andquot;Maturingandquot; don't mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past
[Chorus]
The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can't grow
When 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
[Chorus]
Dead Kennedys
Cobarde conformista
Cobarde conformista
Punk no está muerto
Sólo merece morir
Cuando se convierte en otra caricatura rancia
Una mente cerrada, egocéntrica club social
Las ideas no tienen importancia, sino a quién conoces
Si la música ha vuelto aburrido
Es por la gente
¿Quién quiere que todos suenan igual
¿Quién conduce la gente brillante fuera
De nuestra supuesta escena
Hasta que todo lo que queda es sólo una moda sin sentido
Hardcore fórmulas son mierda de perro
Cambio y afecto son lo que es real
¿Es este un estado de la mente
O simplemente otra etiqueta
La alegría y la esperanza de una alternativa
Se han convertido en su propio cliché
Un peinado no es un estilo de vida
Imagínese Sid Vicious a 35
¿Quién necesita una escena
Miedo a amar y sentir
A juzgar everythng
Apelando fuerte reglas rápido
¿Quién jugó anoche?
andquot; no sé, se me olvidó.
Pero buceo fuera del escenario había un montón de fun.andquot;
[Estribillo:]
Así que con ganas de agradar
La presión de grupo decretos
Así que con ganas de agradar
La presión de grupo decretos
Realice los mismos viejos errores
Una y otra vez,
Cobarde conformista
Al igual que sus padres
¿Qué nos ha desgarrado, incluso más que las drogas
Son los ladrones y los mentirosos malditos
Flipping off personas cuando comparten su st
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
