ALL THE PUNKS ARE DOMESTICATED (2020 VERSION)

(Spoken into, in the style of a PA announcer)

Well, we're gonna introduce this song

2020 version of old one

Thanks so much for coming

Here's the classic "All the punks are domesticated"

From 2017 album "HEAVY META"

All of the punks are domesticated

All of the freaks have gone to bed

All of the pioneers are saved for information tech

Or wrinkled and dead

(They’re dead)

Now every room is sterilized

All risk is paralyzed

Meanwhile

Thе pop tarts climb the pop charts

The blood clots block your heart parts

And no onе really has anything to say

All of the rockstars are behind the bar

Serving computers with acoustic guitars

It’s a travesty

Rock and roll matinee

Songs about sunny days

Or love in a pretty way

All of our expression is uniform

All of our food is mostly chloroform

It’s not even a secret

It’s easily accessible

Just like anything on the planet

And no one really minds

It’s just a sign of the times

To numb your dime a dozen mind

In a world that gave everyone a voice

We have no other choice

We’re all so important

Tell me about yourself

Tell me about yourself

Tell me about yourself

Ok, I will

I will be forgotten in two generations

What will have been my big mark?

A couple little tears dangling in the dark?

And impressive collection of digital remarks?

An apple falls at the park

Where your body lay

Deep within the clay

It’s just another day

Where all cops are hired to serve and protect scared white people in nice neighborhoods

Always read the small print

And all the people with power are psychopaths

They refuse to wear a mask

'Cause they know they’re already wearing like fifty of them

And the most violent people are the most terrified

Jesus was not white with blue eyes

America is built on genocide

The protestors did not start the fire

And I know I’m probably preaching to the choir

But the topic of life should never be political

It’s the one thing we all have in common

And on your deathbed you won’t be proud of what you earned or the hurt you caused

You’ll remember when your heart was soft

And things these days they feel fully backwards insane

But maybe it’s just growing pains

I wrote this song six years ago and it all came true

I guess whatever you think about eventually becomes you

All of the punks are domesticated

All of the freaks have gone to bed