Safe. So safe. So safe that we don’t mean a [bad word] thing. There is no more danger, there’s no more danger here. We’re safe. waste. We’re no longer something to fear. There’s so much left to sing about, there’s so much more to say. But we say less and less with each passing day. I thought we’d break down walls. I thought we’d rise above. That we’d conquer the world. That what we did was secret. [bad word] a pretty product. And [bad word] a pretty tune. This is ugly [bad word] music from an ugly [bad word] room. We have stopped our digging. There’s no more underground. We sing: nothing, regurgitated gimmicky sounds. All our ears are plugged with the hottest of hot air. And we might actually make a difference if only we would ever dare. We just sing the same old [bad word]  I won’t let us fool ourselves. I won’t keep up the charade. We could do so much more.  Change much more than we’ve changed. Your mohawk don’t mean a thing. Your studded belt don’t mean a thing. And your test press don’t mean a [bad word] thing to me. Punk rock don’t mean a thing. Punk rock don’t mean a thing. Punk rock don’t mean a [bad word] thing to me. Can you use your brain? We can. Can you start to think? We can. Can you raise your voice? Can you be dangerous? Yes, we can.