Bad Sick Brains

Bad sick brains/ A jolt to the soul Energy raw, untamed, a primal scream/ Then Blink-182, "First Date," pop punk dreams, sixty million views, a digital stream, what a bad dream/ is anybody makin’ money nowadays? But views ain’t loyalty, tour duty, the grit and the grind/ The scar tissue earned, a chair thrown at the stage, the battles you find. Punk Rock is divine/ We’d still take the bullet, stand shoulder to shoulder, for brothers, for sisters, getting older, getting bolder/ Still rocking/ Still old is new again/ Hear that echo, that roar? Punk, hardcore, and metal, smashing down the door/ Badass Undiluted Pure, untamed defiance/ They played the music, fueled by pure head-busting Punk Rock science… in believing in something, a brotherhood strong, while the world outside was screaming all along/ They had no clue/ No crystal ball to see Just how fractured, how ed the future would be/ Black kid in the late 80s, early 90s haze, metal and punk, his escape from those days/ Guitarist Rocky George, a beacon, a fire, melting the Punk genres together/ lifting him higher/ What band was the best punk/metal crossover the world ever made? Before the labels, the formulas, the games that are played? Just raw, honest power/ a message so clear/ We’re here, we’re fighting, banishing fear! So crank up the volume, let the riffs ignite, remember the Punk Rock heroes who stood in the light/ Still rocking/ still good/ We’ll take that bullet today/for the music, for the message/ That punk music lights up the way.