(Shut) Up the Punx!!! - Bomb The Music Industry!, Scrambles

I know it’s hypocritical to point fingers at the people who point fingers

But when we all march to the beat of the same different drummer

Yeah, the steps start to come off like clockwork

I guess I’m saying we could stand to be nicer

Because when you’re in a basement talking shit and interspersing it with

speaking in name drops and units

I must admit I’m not the best when on the defensive, I’d rather steal your

whiskey than your heart in conversation

I’d rather break three strings a song than stick to a routine like I’m ripe for

the picking after growing on a tree

And then talk about the industry, cross-market positivity with vinyl nerds and

brightly colored, quirky messy record sleeves

I’d rather be vomiting and I despise vomiting

Blugh

But thanks for the beer.

I appreciate your time but can we talk about something

else?

If you really think that you and I are on the same page, you can go ahead and

fuck yourself

Because you’ve got coke and good looks, I’ve got overdue library books

So let’s be friends and change the subject now

‘Cause the last thing I wanna be is another negative asshole

Like God speaks through my acoustic guitar and I’ve got the perfect set of

morals

On a dry erase board at the front of the house

Follow these conditions or we’ll kick your ass out

Vegans only, no meat allowed

Straight edge only, no drinking allowed

Fixed gears only, no three-speeds allowed

Me, me, me, I’m smart, I’m right, I’m smart!

I think it’s dumb when you take the inherently fun like riding bikes and

singing songs and say they’re not for everyone

As if for your whole life you were cool as shit

Punk tourist

‘Cause you still beg for cash cause you spent your parents' last on a Greyhound

to the Fest

And your jacket says Crass but I don’t give an ass, I’m not giving you fifty

cents

So that you can buy a forty and destroy a hotel party

And the man who cleans your mess up shrugs and says

This non-conformity looks like conformity

Like boring, nice people pose threats to your authority

This positivity is negativity

And you boys sure left me with a mess to clean

Smile big, hug bigger, talk big, act bigger

Stop judging, do something, shut the fuck up, do something

Instead of sneering at somebody because they’re not stealing

Buy a troubled friend a drink at the bar and tip well

Don’t spend your time scoffing when you do that you’re just scoffing

Like the people who scoff at us while defending our community

You’re a teacher, you’re a parent, you’re the head of a dictatorship

When the ground is covered up in rules you’re guaranteed to power trip

This non-conformity looks like conformity

Why should anyone believe in our community?

This organization doesn’t feel like anarchy

‘Cause we’re suiting up to have the same identity

And the boring, nice people say shut up the punx, shut up the punx!

All the people who have barbecues to feed their friends and family

Shut up the punx, shut up the punx!

All the people writing zines with information, not just blaming things

Shut up the punx, shut up the punx!

All the boys and girls are fed up with just saying that we’re punk

We say shut up the punx, shut up the punx!