True punk is testicles on the table,

True punk shocks and shames,

True punk tells no lies,

True punk shouts,

True punk exhibits,

True punk hurts,

True punk

No more

 

Someone stole punk’s rebellion,

Someone stole punk’s crusade,

Someone stole punk’s soul,

And then spat it in punk’s face.

 

The pureness of punk’s anger,

The naivety of punk’s war,

The attraction of punk’s naked form,

Tarnished by the cynicism of experience.

 

Punk’s outrage,

Punk’s scandal,

Punk’s identity,

Become just another acquisition,

In the basket of consumerism.

 

Punk has faded with wear,

Punk has acceded to pressure,

Punk has become complacency,

With an occasional angry letter.