They said that we can’t
Play for the big man
We were too outspoken
They think that they can choke us out
Rip off the punks
The big promoters rake the grands
One hundred and fifty bucks
Is all the a**holes pay the bands
I can’t stand the new regime
Commercial rock, new wave pop
Mindless music
I’ve seen through the scheme
I won’t su*k for success
What’s the point of songs about pointless trash
And they wonder why
That all the punks are mad
Why don’t we grow up
And play their game
Well if you don’t know
I guess that’s cool
But if you think we’re jerks
Then you’re a bloody fool
I can’t stand the new regime
Commercial rock, new wave pop
Mindless music
I’ve seen through the scheme
I won’t su*k for success
What’s the point of songs about pointless trash
I can’t stand the new regime
Commercial rock, new wave pop
Mindless music
I’ve seen through the scheme
I won’t su*k for success
What’s the point of songs about pointless trash
And they wonder why
That all the punks are mad
Why don’t we grow up
And play their game
Well if you don’t know
I guess that’s cool
But if you think we’re jerks
Then you’re a bloody fool