This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk
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All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk
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Labeled himself a musical commie
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When in fact he was everyone's mommy
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Gave the kids a good place to go
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And the unheard of bands somewhere to show
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Now he is dead for over five years
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Where are all the tributes for all your careers
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NOFX for years made their way
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Laughing at what the political punks had to say
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Taking the piss out of everyone's anger and passion
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While being a shill for the warped sneaker tour fashion
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Epitaph, you make us cry and laugh
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As you kick back and rake in the cash
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You're the chief magnate of the music money machine
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Yeah and you could say you fucked up the scene
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Raking in fucking millions in dough
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What does the scene have to show?
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Shrewd business men, you made your big score
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For the bands charging thirty dollars at the door
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Well you fat cats slap yourselves on the back
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Your greed and piggishness are documented facts
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You all think you're special and swell
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Real punks everywhere hope you burn in hell
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So this song is for you Timmy you were true blue
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You could see where it was going, you already new
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Bad Religion hanging out with Britney Spears
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Pink and Rancid helping each others careers
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Sell yourself out for better distribution
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It's an old line, a shitty solution
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Now you're part of the music conglomeration
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Selling your punk attitudes to the whole nation
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So I am sorry if it all doesn't mean shit to me
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This music was supposed to set us free
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Not to buy houses up in the Hollywood Hills
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All you beautiful so talented people give me the chills
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Timmy Yo
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MDC |