So I spent the majority of the day flaming Trolls on Facebook, chastising them for their poor choices in supporting or attending Punk Rock Posing this weekend. I love that they get soooooooo butt hurt about me pointing out the absurdities of the thing, like the points I raise aren't valid, and that the lyrics to that seminal Dead Kennedys song Halloween isn't basically foretelling the whole 'Vegas vacation - Drunken debauchery - Dance while Rome burns' aspect of it, not to mention the fact that it's basically emulating the whole 'Cock Rock Festival' thing that Punk Rock was supposed to be against, but whatever. I only mention the Halloween song thing because it came on while I was flaming the Trolls this morning, and the lyrics are so dead spot on that it's scary. Exchange the word 'Halloween' with 'Punk Rock Bowling' and it fits just the same. Check it out... 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 You go to work today You'll go to work tomorrow Shitfaced tonight You'll brag about it for months Remember what I did Remember what I was 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 (repeat) 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 Yeah, fuck you and fuck your Punk Rock Posing bullshit. It's nauseating that you're all soooo eager to be a part of the Problem, and not a part of the Solution. Enjoy your weekend you doosh nozzles.
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