You start out with a punk rock band just trying to have fun
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Your lousy seven inch is not impressing anyone
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You get you first show and you're ready to go when you're stopped by the firechief
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Do not pass go do not collect your ten bucks gas money
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But pretty soon you're playing almost constantly
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You buy a crappy rusted out old van
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You leave your mom's house happy to be on your own
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And move in with the rest of your band
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You get a record deal with a big label on the coast
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You feel important as you eat your Ramen and your toast
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Your money is spent and you can't pay the rent but you're having a gay old time
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You don't have cash for food but you still get drunk every night
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The local fanzines all start wanting interviews
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And then you're in Maximum Rock n' Roll
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Your record starts to sell and you get paid for it
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But the fun's just starting now hit the road
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The merchandise is selling out you're the talk of the scene
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The profit margins far exceed your most orgasmic dreams
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But touring feels wrong when they're shouting out songs or punching you in the mouth
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The ones who don't want your autograph scream at you that you've sold out
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You wonder why you ever got involved in this
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You find yourself despising all your fans
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Your appointments with accountants and your lawyers are
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More important than the stupid punk band
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You come out with a half assed record made too fast
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You hate your band and they think you're a jerk
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And suddenly you're not the hottest thing around
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It's time for a career in spoken word
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Punk Rock Explained
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Screeching Weasel |