The Day I Gave Up On Punk Rock

Profitable to everyone but me,

the pleasure to encourage

one's hate and agony.

Because the story behind

the bruises may be a lot worst

than the faded memory of

a story we've all heard.

To me it's all just common sense,

you don't talk of alcohol as

a friend when you know kids are listening

(Imitating what other kids

have come to fear and hate)

I don't want to be responsible

for the affliction of a sixteen years

old who's drunken father tends

to be violent. So I refuse to offer

myself as an uncaring prick.