Saturday, September 09, 2006


Talking the punk rock pink handshake
Some Nazi skins his way through my radar
And nine-elevens me with a racist sucker punch.

I’m oppressed every time I see a Bush sticker,
Every time I think about how country music
Is the new politically correct, how stupid
Made trump out of the vision of democracy

Small d, fuckers. I think, hey punk rock
Is a refuge, a Mohawk makes rejection
A debatable commodity. But it’s all for shit
Because today Sid Vicious wears a Rush
Is Right pin and the boot stompers
Talcum up their fingers and message
The false war and lie craters to defend
The bombers, to get a chance to snap shot
In the rose garden instead of blow it up.

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