5 O'clock - Custom Made Scare

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

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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.