Same Old Song And Dance -

It’s in all the shows

stuffing white shit all up our nose

will we ever learn from our tragic past?

we’ve become what we all hate

rockstar in coats inebriate

bright lights of the future are fading fast.

Submerged in a movement i no longer comprehend

trapped in a scene, that i no longer understand

trapped in a cause i’m sinking in quick-sand

trapped under lines, can someone please give me a hand?

It’s the same old song and dance!

will the kids ever see the truth?

the old-goth kids they follow you.

when will they have the strength to knock-us down?

We pretend we are like you

but we haven’t got a fuckin' clue

we’ll laugh as we watch it burn to the ground

Submerged in a movement i no longer comprehend

trapped in a scene, that i no longer understand

trapped in a cause i’m sinking in quick-sand

trapped under lines, can someone please give me a hand?

there was a time when there was made love not war.

but now it’s just about making money.

and then making more.

I remember when those five bands

had five dollars at the door

but now all they care about is making money.

and then making more!

Punks not dead it’s alive and well

it’s in the malls you can buy it retail

fuck the scene let’s put it to bed

kill the cause because it’s already dead

It’s the same old song and dance!

it’s the same old song and dance!

it’s the same old song and dance!

it’s the same old song and dance!

it’s the same old song and dance!

tired of punk rock giants

tired of punk rock giants

tired of punk rock giants

tired of punk rock giants