[Father:] Hey Kids!
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[Kids:] Hey Dad!
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[Father:] What'da want to do today?
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[Kids:] We don't know.
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[Father:] Wanna go to the matinee?
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[Kids:] NO!
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[Father:] Wanna go to the Amusement Park?
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[Kids:] NO!
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[Father:] Wanna go to the punk rock show?
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[Kids:] 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 noise 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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[Solo]
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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 'bout girls and love!
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You killed the owl! You freed the dove!
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Confrontation and politics
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Replaced with harmonies and shticks
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When did punk rock become so tame?
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These fucking bands all 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?!
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The Separation Of Church And Skate
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| NOFX |
