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The System might have caught you but it won\'t catch me
Movements are systems and systems kill. Movements are expressions of the public will. Punk became a movement 'cos we all felt lost, but the leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost. Punk narcissism was a social napalm, Steve Jones started doig real harm. Preaching revolution, anarchy and change as he sucked from the system that had given him his name.
Well I'm tired of staring though shit stained glass, tired of staring up a superstars arse, I've got an arse and crap and a name, I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame. Steve Jones you're napalm, if you're so pretty vacant why do you smarm? Patti Smith, you're napalm, you write with your hand but it's Rimbauds arm.
And me, yes, I, do I want to burn? Is there something I can learn? Do I need a businessman to promote my angle? Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle? I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear, the social elite with safety pins in their ear, I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing, the scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.



