try this at home

Try This at Home

poetry-of-the-deed - 1:53
Let's inherit the earth, because no one else is taking it.
Come on, do your worst before the moment's passed.
In bedrooms across England and all the Western world,
There's posters and there's magazines but the music isn't ours.

Because we write love songs in C, we do politics in G,
We sing songs about our friends in E minor.
So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars,
Come on, folks and try this at home.

Let's stop waiting around for someone to patronize us;
Let's hammer out a sound that speaks of where we've been.
Forget about the haircuts, the stupid skinny jeans,
The stampedes and the irony, the media fed scenes.

Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean
Is not sitting around and waiting for the lights to go green,
And not thinking that you're better because you're stood up on a stage.
If you're oh so fucking different then who cares what you have to say?

Because there's no such thing as rock stars,
There's just people who play music,
And some of them are just like us,
And some of them are dicks.
So quick, turn off your stereo,
Pick up that pen and paper.
You could do much better
Than some skinny half-arsed English country singer.

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