|
The
Tale of the Queen of Endor
by Clayton Beach
|
|
I
drive by, the punks with one leg on the wall
They take a long drag, snakelike smoke slithering into the sky
They have blue hair and chains, dressed for a revolution
They’ve bought theirs for only $9.99
1,2,3,4!
I take another look, a glimpse, a judgment
They have torn elbows and knees, a pierced eye, a lip
Try fitting in with those who aren’t trying to fit in
Now all the punks look alike, conformity through unity
Let’s Go!
The dime store punks no longer raise their fists in the air
No more slamdances in dreary nights and bloody days
Just false ideas, moral dilemmas, dawns and dusks
When did fashion take hold of action?
One More Time!
One last look, waiting for those high fists
Honey, we got one more chance to make this worth it
Come on, pound them in the air!
Baby, raise your fist with me!
|