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 the bright people out of our so-called scene

Till all that's left is 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?