The Separation of Church and Skate

Hey kids!

Hey dad!

What do you want to do today?

We don't know

Do you want to go to the matinee?

No

Do you want to go to the amusement park?

No!

Do you want to go to the punk rock show?

Yeah, let's go to the punk rock show!

Lost in a sea of combat boots

Flush the bouncers with wasted youth

When did punk rock become so safe

When did the scene become a joke

The kids who used to live for beer and speed

Now want their fries and coke

Cursing and birds are not allowed

In fact let's keep noise levels down

Must separate the church and skate

Why don't we put pads on the kids

Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces

Then we could pad the floors and walls

Put cameras inside bathroom stalls

We make sure only nice bands play

Make every show a matinee

Teach kids to be all they can be

And we could sing my country tis of thee

Sweet land of liberty, bleh!

When did punk rock become so safe?

I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher who put up the barricades

Like a stake in the heart

Somehow we got driven apart

I want conflict, I want dissent

I want the scene to represent

Our hatred of authority

Our fight against complacency

Stop singing songs about girls and love

You killed the owl you freed the dove

Confrontation and politics

Replaced with harmonies and shticks

When did punk rock become so tame

These fucking bands all sound the same

We want our fights we want our thugs

We want our burns we want our drugs

Where is the violent apathy

These fuckin' records rated G

When did punk rock become so safe?