Regurgitated
Manufactured
Sex sells
No imagination captured
Girl bands
Boy bands
They\'re all the same
Prostitutes to record labels
Enslaved and on the game
There\'s good music out there
I have no doubt
Please break free of Saturday night TV
Sit in silence
Do without
Are you even listening to the music?
Or distracted by how they girate?
This molestation of the ears
Leads me to self medicate
Maybe I\'ll go and see my friends
And maybe smoke some skunk
Let my thoughts
Become slurred
Like an obnoxious drunk
Sometimes I feel I\'m loosing my last marble
In a game of Kerplunk
For me, the only pure music left on this Earth...
Is PUNK!