Mr. Brett

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Born into the middle class Yeh, all you had to was ask & Mom and Dad would give you what you needed & though I didn't know you then I know you'll probably defend & take the stand in life that you'd been cheated So you adapt a punk rock life A leather jacket, hair with spikes & join a band 'Cause you must have a say & though you helped out with that time There's those of us who keep on Trying to make a living & not sound like Green Day Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old You don't give a shit Subconciously fulfilled prophecy you've become your own nemesis Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you livin' in luxury Some say genius, some say mistake But you've become what you used to hate Stupid, wannabe, punk rock guy So now we're in the 90's & punk's not what it used to be It's gone downhill since 1982 & though I like most of your bands & listen to them all i can It's fucked up that you think it's 'cause of you You think that you're still part of the scene Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green For you this mid life crisis has come on strong Now punk rock's been accepted & they've realized it's not just a fad Please, stay behind that deck where you belong Punk rock lie's been good to you Now corporate punk's the thing to do Obnoxiously, you raise your fee you'll see to it we'll all get screwed Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you livin' in luxury Some say genius, some say mistake But you've become what you used to hate Stupid, wannabe, punk rock old guy Just tell me the truth There's no excuse Just tell me the truth We're not gonna' tell you Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you livin' in luxury Some say genius, some say mistake But you've become what you used to hate Stupid, wannabe, punk rock record mogoul (Fuck you! Leave it alone. Couldn't make it as a punker. Bullshit!)