Punk's not dead    It just deserves to die    When it becomes another stale cartoon    A close-minded, self-centered social club    Ideas don't matter    It's who you know    If the music's gotten boring    It's because of the people who want everyone to sound the same    Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene    'Til all that's left is just a meaningless fad       Hardcore formulas are dogshit    Change and caring are what's real    Is this a state of mind    Or just another label    The joy and hope of an alternative    Have become its own cliche    A hairstyle's not a lifestyle    Imagine Sid Vicious at 35       Who needs a scene    Scared to love and to feel    Judge everythng    By loud fast rules appeal    "Who played last night?    I don't know, I forgot.    But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun."       So eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    So eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    Make the same old mistakes    Again and again    Chickenshit conformist like your parents       What's ripped us apart even more than drugs    Are the thieves and the god damn liars    Ripping people off when they share their stuff    When someone falls, are there any friends?    Harder-core-than-thou for a year or two    Then it's time to get a real job       Others stay home; it's no fun to go out    When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs    When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals    From New York metal labels looking to scam    Who sign the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find    To make a buck revving kids up for war       Walk tall, act small    Only as tough as gang approval    Unity is bullshit    When it's under someone's fat boot    Where's the common cause    Too many factions safely sulk in their shells    Agree with us on everything    Or we won't help with anythng    That kind of attitude    Just makes a split grow wider    Guess who's laughing while the world explodes    When we're all crybabies    Who fight best among ourselves       So eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    So eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    Make the same old mistakes    Again and again    Chickenshit conformist like your parents       That farty old rock and roll attitude's back    "It's competition, man, we wanna break big."    Who needs friends when the money's good    That's right, the '70s are back       Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative    It just don't move me, ya know?    The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos    Do we really need the attitude too?       Shedding thin skin too quickly    As a fan it disappoints me    Same old stupid sexist lyrics    Or is Satan all you can think of?    Crossover is just another word    For lack of ideas    Maybe what we need    Are more trolls under the bridge    Will the metalheads finally learn something    Or will the punks throw away their education?    No one's ever the best    Once they believe their own press    "Maturing" don't mean rehashing mistakes of the past       So eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    So eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    Make the same old mistakes    Again and again    Chickenshit conformist like your parents       The more things change    The more they stay the same    We can't grow when we won't criticize ourselves    The '60s weren't our failure    It's the '70s that stunk    As the clock ticks we dig the same hole    Music scenes ain't real life    They won't get rid of the bomb    Won't eliminate rape    Or bring down the banks    Any kind of real change    Takes more time and work    Than changing channels on a TV set       So why are we so eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    So eager to please    Peer pressure decrees    Make the same old mistakes    Again and again    Chickenshit conformist like your parents!