Is anyone else sick of the music
Churned out by lacklustre scenesters from Shoreditch?
Oh itās all s** drugs and sins, like theyāre extras from Skins,
But itās ok because they donāt really mean it.
I want bands who had to work for their keep,
Drove a thousand miles and played a show on no sleep,
Sleeping on the floor in a strangerās place,
Hungry just to do it all again the next day.
Put your hands on your hips, bring your knees in tight.
Yeah we do this shit together man, no fists, no fights.
Weāre not trying to shape the world so people think like us,
We just want our own space to dance, no favours no fuss.
On blood sweat and vinyl we have a built ourselves a house,
So if the roof is on fire then weāre going to put it out.
Forget about the bitching and remember that youāre blessed,
Because punk is for the kids who never fit in with the rest.
Somebody told me that music with guitars
Was going out of fashion, and I had to laugh.
This shit wasnāt fashionable back when I fell in love,
So if the hipsters move on why should I give a fuck?
āReal rockā wanker
