Chickenshit Conformist
Punk's not dead, it just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
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 dog shit
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 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
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