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Текст (слова) песни: James Lynn Strait - Mr. Brett



Born into the middle class
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 shit.
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 fucked 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.

 

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