Yes that's right, punk is dead   It's just another cheap product for the consumers head   Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors   Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters   CBS promote the Clash   Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash   Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be   Ain't got a thing to do with your or me   Movements are systems and systems kill   Movements are expressions of the public will   Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost   Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost   Punk narcissism was a social napalm   Steve Jones started doing real harm   Preaching revolution, anarchy and change   Sucked from the system that had given him his name   Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass   Tired of staring up a superstars arse   I've got an arse and crap and a name   I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame   Steven Jones, you're napalm   If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?   Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand   But it's Rimbaud's arm   And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?   Is there something I can learn?   Do I need a business man to promote my angle   Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle   I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear   The social elite with safetypins in their ear   I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing   The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting   PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.