This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk   All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk   Labeled himself a musical commie   When in fact he was everyone's mommy      Gave the kids a good place to go   And the unheard of bands somewhere to show   Now he is dead for over five years   Where are all the tributes for all your careers      NOFX for years made their way   Laughing at what the political punks had to say   Taking the piss out of everyone's anger and passion   While being a shill for the warped sneaker tour fashion      Epitaph, you make us cry and laugh   As you kick back and rake in the cash   You're the chief magnate of the music money machine   Yeah and you could say you fucked up the scene      Raking in fucking millions in dough   What does the scene have to show?   Shrewd business men, you made your big score   For the bands charging thirty dollars at the door      Well you fat cats slap yourselves on the back   Your greed and piggishness are documented facts   You all think you're special and swell   Real punks everywhere hope you burn in hell      So this song is for you Timmy you were true blue   You could see where it was going, you already new   Bad Religion hanging out with Britney Spears   Pink and Rancid helping each others careers      Sell yourself out for better distribution   It's an old line, a shitty solution   Now you're part of the music conglomeration   Selling your punk attitudes to the whole nation      So I am sorry if it all doesn't mean shit to me   This music was supposed to set us free   Not to buy houses up in the Hollywood Hills   All you beautiful so talented people give me the chills