Yes, that's right, punk is dead
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters
CBS promote the Clash
It ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
Punk became a fashion like hippy used to be
Ain't got a thing to do with you or me
Movements are system, systems kill
Movements are expressions of the public will
Punk became a movement 'cause we all felt lost
Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
Punk narcissism was a social napalm
Steve Jones started doing real harm
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
He sucked from the system that gave his name
Well, I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass
Tired of staring up a superstars arse
I've got an arse and crap and a name
I'm just waiting for 15 minutes fame
Steve Jones you're napalm
If you're so pretty vacant, why do you swarm?
Patti Smith you're napalm
You write with your hand but it's Rimbaud's arm
And me, yes I, do I want to burn
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
See the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
Social elite with safety-pins in their ear
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting
Punk is dead, punk is dead, punk is dead
Punk is dead, punk is dead, punk is dead
Punk is dead, punk is dead, punk is dead