A Piss In The Ocean

Punk played it's own important role in the fight against oppression

Aired awareness, new opinions, destroyed formerly accepted obsessions

Right out the window went stale traditions, false morals blinded hope

Respect for authority joined them; we made them a standing joke

We said, "fuck off" smarmy popstar shits portraying images of a perfect world

Smearing a happy, clean face on reality, "it's the Queens Jubilee..." go to hell

Refusing to be puppets with the promise of a future, there is no future

So never mind the bollocks, because anarchy in the UK suits us

The public screamed in outcry, demanded immediate termination

The "scum of the earth" has raised its voice "How could they do this to our nation?"

The media tried to destroy us, stop the 'poor mans' rock invasion

The exposure only helped us reveal their hopeless situation

Gaining in momentum and numbers, we needed spokesmen

And that came from four people from the real world, just like the rest of us

We now had a voice, an alternative, our message getting louder

Nothing now could stop us rising up to meet their fast advancing challenge

But when the challenge came, they crumbled, as the four proved easy prey

For the states clever weapon money proved too tempting once again

Big bastard business cheque books opened up and then swallowed

Those leeches sucked hard slyly, and we couldn't believe the scenes that followed

Punk shops - " roll up! Buy your rebellion here!"

Badges, posters, bondage, books, colouring for your hair

Like sheep they flocked to buy punk rock, a part of the new threat!

The country laughed and screamed "punk flop"; it now seemed punk was dead!

They toured the lands to Disneyland

And ripped the state apart

Destroyed the music status quo

And created a new start

Their jet set pads, the sunny land

The songs of train robbings

It's just all more money in the bank

So come on boys and girls and sing

We stood and could only watch

As they took everything we stood for

And made a mockery of it

The four feeding finance straight back

Into the system they supposedly despised

What was once the black flag of anarchy

Was now the colours of the Union Jack

The movement, punk rock, who cares? We are just another band; they were just another band

Direct action is what achieves change, not miming to words,

how much longer must we sing the same old song?

Crawling from the mess that they'd left standing as our future

We realised we needed 'no one' to mouth off our message for us

Told big business to take a running jump, went back underground where we started

The tribe then split, as some stayed behind to mourn