Without his World Famous Purple Penis
indeed who was Shamu the Whale Ashram
to say Zamir was our Guitar Hero
helps our cause not a bit, amateur punks
on the West Coast, dark clothes in the sunshine
understand, we rebels in paradise
tweakin' the system makin' adjustments
handsome demons or teenage delinquents
in a word we weren't handsome in the least
still, we stole many hearts with our racket
While Green Day got their lucky break, charms smirked
orbits spun, leprechauns guarded their gold
radio UCI, KSPC
laughed listening to our demo, we sucked
difficult to say thirty years later
Fame was not the game but making music
although we lacked originality
monkeys mimicking the muse of our dreams
our hopes dashed, don't quit your day job, we split
under duress, no hard feelings, move on
sugar is sweet but sorrow drowns in beer
Punks but not punk enough, poseurs in punk
ugly sea gulls, first mods, then punks, then gone
rip it up, start again, try again, fail
principessa, for better or for worse
liquid dreams, ridiculed for a band name
elastic steeples people a pink hearse
Punk died in 1977
everyone who came after overcame
needless suffering, the 80s famine
in Ethiopia, the AIDS crisis,
sinister so-called punk revival bands
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