A Piss in the Ocean

[Verse 1: Colin Jerwood]
Punk played it's own important role
In the fight against oppression
Aired awareness, new opinions
Destroyed formerly accepted obsessions
Right out the window went stale traditions
False morals blinded hope
Respect for authority joined them
We made them a standing joke
We said "fuck off" smarmy popstar shits
Portraying images of a perfect world
Smearing anarchy, clean face on reality
"it's the Queens Jubilee..." go to Hell!
Refusing to be puppets with the promise of a future
There is no future so never mind the bollocks, because anarchy in the UK suits us
The public screamed in outcry, demanded immediate termination
The scum of the earth has raised its voice
"How could they do this to our nation?"
The media tried to destroy us, stop the poor mans rock invasion
The exposure only helped us reveal their hopeless situation

[Verse 2]
Gaining in momentum and in numbers, we needed spokesmen
And that came from four people from the real world like the rest of us
We now had a voice, an alternative
Our message getting louder
Nothing now could stop us rising up
To meet their fast advancing challenge

[Verse 3: Colin Jerwood]
But when the challenge came they crumbled
As the four proved easy prey
For the states clever weapon money
Proved too tempting once again
Big bastard business checkbooks
Opened up and then swallowed
Those leeches sucked hard slyly
We couldn't believe the scenes that followed:
Punk shops - "Roll up! Buy your rebellion here!"
Badges, posters, bondage, books, and coloring for your hair
Like sheep they flocked to buy punk rock
A part of the new threat
The country laughed and screamed "punk flop"
It now seemed punk was dead!

[Verse 4]
They toured the lands to Disneyland
And ripped the state apart
Destroyed the music status quo
And created a new start
Their jet set pads, the sunny land
The songs of train robbings
It's just all more money in the bank
So come on boys and girls and sing
We stood and could only watch
As they took everything we stood for
And made a mockery of it
The four feeding finance straight back
Into the system they supposedly despised
What was once the black flag of anarchy
Was now the colors of the Union Jack
Sid!

[Verse 5: Colin Jerwood]
The movement, punk rock, who cares?
We are just another band; they were just another band
Direct action is what achieves change, not miming to words
How much longer must we sing the same old song?
Crawling from the mess that they'd left standing as our future
We realized we needed 'no one' to mouth off our message for us
Told big business to take a running jump
Went back underground where we started
The tribe then split, as some stayed behind to mourn