Lost In A Sea Of Combat Boots, Flush The Bouncers With Wasted Youth

When Did Punk Rock Become So Safe, When Did The Scene Become A Joke

The Kids Who Used To Live For Beer And Speed Now Want Their Fries And Coke

Cursing And Flipping Birds Are Not Allowed, In Fact Lets Keep Noise Levels Down



Must Separate The Church And Skate



Why Don't We Put Pads On The Kids, Helmets, Head Gear And Mouth Pieces

Then We Could Pad The Floors And Walls, Put Cameras Inside Bathroom Stalls

We Make Sure Only Nice Bands Play, Make Every Show A Matinee

Teach Kids To Be All They Can Be, And We Could Sing My Country 'tis Of Thee

Sweet Land Of Liberty



When Did Punk Rock Become So Safe

I Know It Wasn't Duane Or Fletcher, Who Put Up The Barricades

Like A Stake In The Heart, Somehow We Got Driven Apart



I Want Conflict I Want Dissent, I Want The Scene To Represent

Our Hatred Of Authority, Our Fight Against Complacency

Stop Singing Songs About Girls And Love, You Killed The Owl You Freed The Dove

Confrontation And Politics Replaced With Harmonies And Shticks

When Did Punk Rock Become So Tame, These Fucking Bands All Sound The Same

We Want Our Fights We Want Our Thugs We Want Our Burns We Want Our Drugs

Where Is The Violent Apathy, These Fuckin' Records Are Rated G



Must Separate The Church And Skate