Punk Is Dead - Crass

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

Ain’t for revolution, it’s just for cash

Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be

Ain’t got a thing to do with you or me

Movements are systems and systems kill

Movements are expressions of the public will

Punk became a movement cos 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

Sucked from the system that had given him his name

Well I’m tired of staring through shit-stained glass

Tired of staring up a superstar’s arse

I’ve got an arse and crap and a name

I’m just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame

Steven Jones, you’re napalm

If you’re so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?

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

I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear

The 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