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 noise levels down
Must separate the church and skate
Why don't we put pads on the kids?
Helmets, headgear 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 this
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 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 shtick
When did punk rock become so tame?
This 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?
This fucking record's rated G
When did punk rock become so safe?