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