37 years later it still reeks of swill and chickenshit conformists
The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can’t grow
When 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
I can’t be assed to fix the formatting for lyrics because it looks like shit in this formatting anyway.
37 years later it still reeks of swill and chickenshit conformists
The more things change The more they stay the same We can’t grow When 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
I can’t be assed to fix the formatting for lyrics because it looks like shit in this formatting anyway.