Punk !

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.