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Bluelighter
“Young Punk Rockers (in the Mohawk Mafia)”
(Reed Rosson)
Punk-rock flower-child, ho hey ho
Spit a wad on the ground, black boots a-go-go
Get too wasted at the show, ho hey ho
Mosh-posh to bleeding-ear sound, whoa whoa
Woo and wail spike your purple hair
No hippies allowed ‘cause that’s no fair
Look at my bad tattoos, check out my flair
Crusty punk show as hip as truth or dare
Swill and spill, cheap torn patches and butt-flaps
Slam-crunk chump show--pookie take no crap, Pap
Don’t like no rap, got a gay punk slap
Too cool for school, you hardcore punk chap
Young punk rockers
in the Mohawk mafia
Young punk rockers
Skinheads and copycats
If punk’s alive all rock is dead,
about as dead as a Kennedy
If I put a megaphone up to your head
Would you hear what I said?
If ignorance is bliss you feel on top of the world
If punk’s alive all rock is dead…
“Me neck chains are cuttin’ off blood flow to me brains!”
(Reed Rosson)
Punk-rock flower-child, ho hey ho
Spit a wad on the ground, black boots a-go-go
Get too wasted at the show, ho hey ho
Mosh-posh to bleeding-ear sound, whoa whoa
Woo and wail spike your purple hair
No hippies allowed ‘cause that’s no fair
Look at my bad tattoos, check out my flair
Crusty punk show as hip as truth or dare
Swill and spill, cheap torn patches and butt-flaps
Slam-crunk chump show--pookie take no crap, Pap
Don’t like no rap, got a gay punk slap
Too cool for school, you hardcore punk chap
Young punk rockers
in the Mohawk mafia
Young punk rockers
Skinheads and copycats
If punk’s alive all rock is dead,
about as dead as a Kennedy
If I put a megaphone up to your head
Would you hear what I said?
If ignorance is bliss you feel on top of the world
If punk’s alive all rock is dead…
“Me neck chains are cuttin’ off blood flow to me brains!”
