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Punk !

Back then we knew what it was
T.V. screens were not our choice
But we sold ourselves
To a fashion
Said it was
Individualism
Just more colourful than the last one

First came the music
And then the love
But Punks were all disillusionment
Trying to change the world
With spit

Even though we owned street corners
Our dangerous traffic masks
Of spikes and colours
Dared to laugh
At the brief cased pinstripe
Clean shaven but still
Breathing the twin set and pearl
Of air pollution

Opened up by violence
Came the rebellious
Tubes of glue and alcohol
The graffiti we didn’t know
Wrote our demise
In the commercialised
The raw heroes
Compromised 
In the death of Syd Vicious and Johnny Rotten

The driving guitar and screaming beat
Strangler music went on
But we went forgotten
All those early punks
A fashion icon
Began in “ The Vortex “
On the streets of London

“ God Save The Queen “
A safety pin
Comes undone
Our revolution
Back then
We knew
We had no choice
Accept to spit
With another voice
Like the music
Like the hippies
Turned into a cult

They watched us all

On T.V.

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