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 let's keep noice 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 floor 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

Confrontations and politics replaced

With harmonies and shticks

When did punk rock become so tame,

These fucking bands all the 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 fucking records are rated G



When did punk rock become so safe?