Sit And Spin

I’ve got no time to define my moral thought process

Much less defend against your allegations

I’m inclined to divide against the circumstance

Add the rights, subtracting popular opinion

I’m the dead skin hanging off the underbelly

Of a scene that’s past its prime

Now I wonder am I the only person

Out here laughing ‘till they cry?

Take your politics and rhetoric

Stack them neatly on the floor

Now, sit and spin

Sit and spin

Sit and spin

When you’re chanting and screaming

And it turns into a bleating

You got to think for yourself or you’re no better than them

Nameless faces hang around outside the shows

Head-to-toe they dress the part of revolution

Cut-to-fit, the kids all seem to make me sick

They’ve learned their slogans well and they know how to use them

Whatever happened to the degeneration

Of mindless conformity

And since when did we start celebrating anything other than flaws?

Take your rules and laws and dress codes

Stack them neatly on the floor

Now, sit and spin

Sit and spin

Sit and spin

Being punk on the surface defeats the fucking purpose

By its own definition it was never meant to be owned

It was never meant to be owned

It was never meant to be owned

It was never meant to be owned

Well, your ideals are boring and it’s still fucking conforming

When you label yourself the outside; sit and spin