James Lynn Strait - Mr. Brett lyrics

Born into the middle cla** Yeah, all you had to do was ask & mom & dad would give you what you needed & though i didn't know you then I know you'll probably defend & take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated So you adopt a punk rock life A leather jacket, hair with spikes & join a band 'cause you must have a say & though you helped out with it that time There's those of us, who keep on Trying to make a living & not sound like Green day Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old You don't give a sh**. Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've Become your own nemesis Mr. brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you Livin' in luxury Some say genius, some say mistake But you've become what you used to hate So now we're in the 90's & punk's not What it used to be It's gone downhill since 1982 & though i liked most of your bands & listen to them all i can It's f**ed up that you think it's 'cause of you You think that you're still part of the scene Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green For you this mid life crisis has come on strong Now punk rock's been accepted & they've realized it's not just a fad Please, stay behind that desk where you belong Punk rock life's been good to you Now corporate punk's the thing to do Obnoxiously, you raised your fee, You'll see to it we'll all get screwed.