Well a teacher of mine once told me that life was just a list
Of disappointments and defeats, and you could only do your best
And I said "Well that's a fucking cop-out, you're just washed up and you're tired
And when I get to your age, well, I won't be such a coward"
But these days I sit at home, known to shout at my TV
And punk rock didn't live up to what I hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
And I packed all my pamphlets with my Bibles at the back of the shelf
Well it was bad enough the feeling, the first time it hit
When you realised your parents had let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside
But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of '60s battle reenactment
And I hung up my banner in disgust and I head for the door
Oh, but once we were young
And we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn
We won't make that mistake again, no
Oh, but surely just for one day
We could fight and we could win
And if only for a little while
We could insist on the impossible
Of disappointments and defeats, and you could only do your best
And I said "Well that's a fucking cop-out, you're just washed up and you're tired
And when I get to your age, well, I won't be such a coward"
But these days I sit at home, known to shout at my TV
And punk rock didn't live up to what I hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
And I packed all my pamphlets with my Bibles at the back of the shelf
Well it was bad enough the feeling, the first time it hit
When you realised your parents had let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside
But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of '60s battle reenactment
And I hung up my banner in disgust and I head for the door
Oh, but once we were young
And we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn
We won't make that mistake again, no
Oh, but surely just for one day
We could fight and we could win
And if only for a little while
We could insist on the impossible
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