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• Artiste: Dead Kennedys
• Titre: Chickenshit Conformist
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Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A closed-minded, self centered social club 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 dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or just another label? The joy and hope of an alternative Has become its own cliché 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” Chorus: 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 Ripping people off when they share their stuff 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 queerbashing bands they can 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 (Chorus) That farty old rock and roll attitude's back “It's competition, man, we wanna break big.” Who needs friends when the money's good? That's right, the '70's are back. Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative It just don't move me, ya know? The music's OK when there's more ideas that solos De we really need the attitude too? Shedding thin skin too quickly As a fan it disappoints me. Same old stupid sexist lyrics Or is Satan all you can think of? Crossover is just another word For lack of ideas Maybe what we need Are more trolls under the bridge Will the metalheads finally learn something- Or will the punks throw away their education? No one's ever the best Once they believe their own press “Maturing” don't mean rehashing Mistakes of the past (Chorus) The more thing change The more they stay the same We can't grow When we won't criticize ourselves The '60's weren't all failure It's the '70's that stunk As the clock ticks we dig the same hole Music scenes ain't real life They won't get rid of the bomb Won't eliminate rape Or bring down the banks Any kind of real change Takes more time and work Than changing channels on a TV set (Chorus)