Still sucking that Stern dick, huh? You've probably grown accustomed to it by now, even enjoying the taste, Hell, I know some of you out there look forward to sucking that Stern dick every year, and you love giving them all your money while you do it. OK, you can justify it any way you see fit, because if you're a Local, and you don't know how to scam your way into any of the events going on, then you're an idiot that deserves every bit of fleecing that's coming to you, but seriously? Is it that hard to avoid this thing, to realize what a sham it is? Do the math, add up the numbers, and figure out who's getting rich off of this and who it benefits... it sure ain't the band, that's for sure. Le sigh. The Emperor is not wearing any clothes, and not only does everyone not care, but they justify it somehow... phooey. Whatever. My out of town friend is awakening. I got better things to do. See you at The Loud Pipes gigs tonight! :-) Sung to the tune of Halloween by the Dead Kennedys.
So it's Punk Rock Bowling And you feel like dancin' And you feel like shinin' And you feel like letting loose Whatcha gonna be? Babe, you better know And you better plan Better plan all day Better plan all week Better plan all month Better plan all year You're dressed up like a clown Putting on your act It's the only time all year You'll ever admit that I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed (repeat) You're still hiding in a mask You take your fun seriously No, don't blow this year's chance Tomorrow your mold goes back on After Punk Rock Bowling Pool parties for days After gig parties tomorrow Shitfaced tonight You'll brag about it for months Remember what I did Remember who I saw Back at Punk Rock Bowling But what's in between Where are your ideas You sit around and dream For next Punk Rock Bowling Why not everyday Are you so afraid What will people say Why not everyday Are you so afraid What will people say After Punk Rock Bowling Because your role is planned for you There's nothing you can do But stop and think it through But what will the Punx say to you And what will your girlfriend say to you And the Poseurs out on the street they might glare at you And whadya know you're pretty self-conscious too So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes Only at night to score is your painted leather jacket exhumed Why don't you take your Punk Rock rules and regulations And shove 'em up your ass Why don't you take your Punk Rock rules and regulations And shove 'em up your ass Why don't you take your Punk Rock rules and regulations And shove 'em UP YOUR ASS!!!
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