Chickenshit Conformist lyrics

Punk's not dead, it just deserves to die

When it becomes another stale cartoon

A closed minded, self-centered social club

Ideas don't matter, it's who you know

If the music's gotten boring, it's because of the people

Who want everyone to sound the same

Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene

'Til all that's left is just a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit

Change and caring are what's real

Is this a state of mind

Or is it just another label?

The joy and hope of an alternative

Has become its own cliche

A hairstyle's not a lifestyle

Imagine Sid Vicious at 35

Who needs a scene? Scared to love and to feel

Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal

Who played last night? I don't know, I forgot

But diving off the stage was a lot of fun!

So eager to please, peer pressure decrees

So eager to please, peer pressure decrees

Make the same old mistakes again and again

Chickenshit conformist like your parents

What's ripped us apart even more than drugs

Are the thieves and the goddamn liars

Ripping people off when they share their stuff

When someone falls are there any friends?

Harder-core-than-thou for a year or two

Then it's time to get a real job

Others stay home, it's no fun to go out

When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs

When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals

From New York metal labels looking to scam

Who sign the most racist, queer-bashing bands they can find

To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small

Only as tough as gang approval

Unity is bullshit

When it's under someone's fat boot

Where's the common cause?

Too many factions safely sulk in their shells

"Agree with us on everything or we won't help with anything"

That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider

Guess who's laughing while the world explodes?

When we're all crybabies who fight best among ourselves

So eager to please, peer pressure decrees

So eager to please, peer pressure decrees

Make the same old mistakes again and again

Chickenshit conformist like your parents

That farty old rock and roll attitude's back

It's competition, man, we wanna break big

Who needs friends when the money's good?

That's right, the '70s are back

Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative

It just don't move me, you know?

The music so okay when there's more ideas than solos

Do we really need the attitude too?

Shedding thin skin too quickly

As a fan it disappoints me

Same stupid sexist lyrıcs

Or is Satan all you can think of?

Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas

Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge

Will the metalheads finally learn something?

Will the punks throw away their education?

No one's ever the best once they believe their own press

Maturing don't mean rehashing mistakes of the past

So eager to please, peer pressure decrees

So eager to please, peer pressure decrees

Make the same old mistakes again and again

Chickenshit conformist like your parents

The more things change, the more they stay the same

We can't grow if we won't criticize ourselves

The '60s weren't all failure, it's the '70s that stunk

As the clock ticks, we dig the same hole

Music scenes ain't real life, they won't get rid of the bomb

Won't eliminate rape or bring down the banks

Any kind of real change takes more time and work

Than changing channels on a TV set

So why are we so eager to please, peer pressure decrees

So eager to please, peer pressure decrees

Make the same old mistakes again and again

Chickenshit conformist like your parents

• Artist:Dead Kennedys
• Album:Bedtime for Democracy (1986)