Chez Daddy-T

"Chickenshit Conformist"

Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon

A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don't matter
It's who you know

If the music's gotten boring
It's because of the people who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene
Till all that's left is a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what's real
Is this a state of mind
Or just another label

The joy and hope of an alternative
Have become its own cliché
A hairstyle's not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35

Who needs a scene
Scared to love and to feel
Judging everything
By loud fast rules appeal

Who played last night?
"I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun."

[CHORUS]
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

What's ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Ripping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?

Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it's time to get a real job
Others stay home; it's no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs

When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it's under someone's fat boot

Where's the common cause
Too many factions
Safely sulk in their shells
Agree with us on everything
Or we won't help with anything
That kind of attitude
Just makes a split grow wider

Guess who's laughing while the world explodes
When we're all crybabies
Who fight best among ourselves

[CHORUS]

That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
"It's competition, man, we wanna break big."
Who needs friends when the money's good
That's right, the '70s are back.

Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative
It just don't move me, ya know?
The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
Do we rally need the attitude too?

Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?

Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge

Will the metalheads finally learn something-
Or will the punks throw away their education?

No one's ever the best
Once they believe their own press
"Maturing" don't mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past

[CHORUS]

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

[CHORUS]

LaaaLaLalalaLaa

A l'âge de 12 ans

Ils t'ont qualifié d'enfant délinquant

Petit meurtrier

Et à 14 ans

De psychopathe grave

Et d'adolescent irrécupérable

Et à 17 ans

T'étais alcoolique

En camp d'redress'ment

Et les coups de triques

Et à 18 ans

Tu as fait l'armée

Chez les délinquants

Tu as déserté

LaaaLaLalalaLaa Vivre libre ou mourir !

Service militaire

Camp disciplinaire

Prison psychiatrique

Orange Mécanique

A l'âge de 20 ans

T'es devenu violent

T'as pris le devant

Il y a eu du sang

Ils t'ont envoyé

Au pénitencier

Au lieu d'écouter

Au lieu de t'aider

Quand tu sortiras

Y'auras rien pour toi

Tu recommenceras

Car telle est la loi

LaaaLaLalalaLaa

Et quel futur ?

Pour les petits durs

Et quel futur ?

Entre quatre murs

Et quelle société ?

Pour les enragés

Et quelle société ?

Pour les gueules cassées

Pour les têtes brûlées

Pour les agités

Pour les Pieds Nickelés ?

Quelle société ?

Pour les Béruriers

Pour les défoncés

Pour les détraqués ? ?

LaaaLaLalalaLaa

"We're sorry

But you're no longer needed

Or wanted

Or even cared about here

Machines can do a better job than you

This is what you get for asking questions

The unions agree

'Sacrifices must be made'

Computers never go on strike

To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture

Looks like we'll have to let you go

Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know

That you-the human being-are now obsolete

And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it

[Chorus]

Soup is good food-(We don't need you any more)

You made a good meal-(We don't need you any more)

Now how do you feel-(We don't need you any more)

To be shit out our ass

And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash

We're sorry

You'll just have to leave

Unemployment runs out after just six weeks

How does it feel to be a budget cut?

You're snipped

You no longer exist

Your number's been purged from our central computer

So we can rig the facts

And sweep you under the rug

See our chart? Unemployment's going down

If that ruins your life that's your problem

Soup is Good Food, Etc.

We're sorry

We hate to interrupt

But it's against the law to jump off this bridge

You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else

A tourist might see you

And we wouldn't want that

I'm just doing my job, you know

So say uncle

And we'll take you to the mental health zoo

Force feed you mind-melting chemicals

Til even the outside world looks great

In hi-tech science research labs

It costs too much to bury all the dead

The mutilated disease-injected

Surplus rats who can't be used anymore

So they're dumped (with no minister present)

In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit

Ground into sludge and flushed away

Aw geez:.

Soup is good food

You made a good meal, etc:.

We know how much you'd like to die

We joke about it on our coffee breaks

But we're paid to force you to have a nice day

In the wonderful world we made just for you

"Poor Rats", we human rodents chuckle

At least we get a dignified cremation

At yet

At 6:00 tomorrow morning

It's time to get up and go to work"

Machines can do a better job than you