The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain, And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain, While the clowns in the pantomine don't give a toss And sing about fucks and fads and loss, Sliding around in a genital froth, Our world slips down the drain.
I'm not much of a forgettable person. I am, however, worth-while to get to know. I love punk, i live punk. I wouldn't judge me, because i'm nicer than i may appear. When things are down, have a beer and remember: Life's still worth living.
