| Hey kids!
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| Hey dad!
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| What do you wanna do today?
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| We don't know
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| Do you wanna go to the matinee?
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| No.
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| Do you wanna go to the amusement park?
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| No.
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| Do you wanna go to the punk rock show?
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| Yeah, let's go to the punk rock show!
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| Lost in a sea of combat boots,
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| Flush the bouncers with wasted youth
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| When did punk rock become so safe,
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| When did the scene become a joke?
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| The kids who used to live for beer and speed
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| Now want their fries and coke
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| Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed,
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| In fact let's keep noice levels down
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| Must separate the church and skate!
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| Why don't we put pads on the kids,
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| Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces
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| Then we could pad the floor and walls,
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| Put cameras inside bathroom stalls
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| We make sure only nice bands play,
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| Make every show a matinee
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| Teach kids to be all they can be,
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| And we could sing my country tis of thee
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| Sweet land of liberty
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| When did punk rock become so safe
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| I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher,
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| Who put up the barricades
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| Like a stake in the heart,
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| Somehow we got driven apart
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| I want conflict, I want dissent
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| I want the scene to represent
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| Our hatred of authority,
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| Our fight against complacency
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| Stop singing songs about girls and love
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| You killed the owl, you freed the dove
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| Confrontations and politics replaced
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| With harmonies and shticks
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| When did punk rock become so tame
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| These fucking bands all the sound the same
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| We want our fights, we want our thugs
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| We want our burns, we want our drugs
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| Where is the violent apathy,
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| These fucking records are rated G
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| When did punk rock become so safe? |