all the young punks in spikes and hate walking around like every years 1988 looking so bad, in boots and tattoos playing music your grandma can listen to not a care in the world of what’s laying ahead as long as wattie’s alive, punk’s not dead all the old punks in dyed or no hair still listening to the tune of i don’t care stuck in the 70s, at the latest ‘82 remembering their wild and crazy youth don’t talk about hardcore, they’re not interested johnny’s still got it, punks not dead all the young punks in the music industry all got contracts with hair color companies making soundtracks to product information produced by multinational corporations it’s a thin line between liberal and red infiltrating the enemy, punk’s not dead all the old punks are at it again reunions and festivals, hotels not tents playing only old songs in the repertoire in the spirit of a cover band in a hotel bar didn’t then, now they’re making bread 50 pounds heavier, punk’s not dead young punks are producing the old the first for charity, the last for gold but when its gone, its just not there sometimes it was never there discharge/rainy/bones, flag playing gregs songs dead kennedys without john retirement pensions, punk’s not dead releasing new music, using old pics putting out “lost tracks” for the money of it rerecording old songs, in heavy metal farce songs recorded before heavy solo guitars all the old punks really need their beds doesn’t mind playing early, punk’s not dead if they could, the young old punks would beat up the old ones and if the young could go back in time they’d be a pub rock band the old punks are not angry anymore like they used to be the young punks have never been, too busy making money, punk’s not dead we was in the attic we was pogoing addicts nazis always asked for it now finally got it mlks resembled it with abel and cain and shit crying “were a unit, they’re not...” ah fuck it, punk’s not dead early one morning the business men arrived in their polished shoes, portfolios, suits and ties brought the finest cocaine and lots of dough to help us to get the movement to grow we sure should have known where we headed when the strippers came out, punk’s not dead so now we’re really down in the underground haven’t seen the sun light since crass was around sometimes we do a little mockery and everybody’s all north americanish stylee stating the obvious makes them really offended special kind of stupid, punk’s not dead

alienation alienation it’s friday night, everyone’s with their families and friends no work and i’m home, no children and i’m by myself alienation alienation alienation it pushes me away and it pulls me in alienation alienation sometimes i laugh, other times i sigh with grief but mostly i just stare at mankind in complete disbelief alienation alienation alienation it pushes me away and it pulls me in alienation alienation saturday morning, everyone’s safe and sound asleep 16 hours, still wide awake, company loves misery alienation alienation alienation it pushes me away and it pulls me in alien

Greta Thunberg says: “I don’t want you to listen to me, I want you to listen to the scientists.” For this she receives love, well earned, and hate, incredible on so many levels. Like keeping an innocent man in jail cos’ he might commit a crime further down the line anyway. Greed and ignorance are the problems, and what has got us here, so obviously it can’t even be a part of the solution. The track contains sample from a speech by Greta Thunberg. Greta Thunberg (First Punks On Neptune) it only took a century or so to tear down, what’s been around, for 6.000 years or more tho’ all of us to the last one knew the source, the destructive force, we just headed straight on no more fuck yous, no more fuck yous were the first punks on neptune the greatest wealth, the greatest poverty the richest nations, half populations, living in misery they’re building drones armed with bombs kill, destroy, remote controlled, each would fed millions no more fuck yous, no more fuck yous were the first punks on neptune no more fuck yous, no more fuck yous were the first punks on neptune no more fuck yous no more fuck yous no more fuck yous no more fuck yous

Kate Pussi Punk kate puss punk kate puss punk kate puss punk kate puss punk we’re going down south, like we’re crossing enemy line guided by her soothing voice in our minds kate puss punk kate puss punk kate puss punk kate puss punk the lack of antifa struggle made the land fall behind just passing thru with her soothing voice in our minds love is, no, it’s the opposite, hate is blind we’re holding onto her soothing voice in our minds kate puss punk kate puss punk kate puss punk kate puss punk