The Separation of Church and Skate

Hey, kids (hey, dad)
 What do you wanna do today? (I don't know)
 Do you want to go to the matinée? (No)
 Do you want to go to the amusement park? (No!)
 Do you want to go to the punk rock show?
 (Yeah, let's go to the punk rock show)
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 Lost in a sea of combat boots
 Flush the bouncers with wasted youth
 When did punk rock become so safe?
 When did the scene become a joke?
 The kids who used to live for beer and speed
 Now want their fries and coke
 Cursing and birds are not allowed
 In fact, let's keep noise levels down
 Must separate the church and skate
 Why don't we put pads on the kids?
 Helmets, headgear and mouthpieces
 Then we could pad the floors and walls
 Put cameras inside bathroom stalls
 We make sure only nice bands play
 Make every show a matinée
 Teach kids to be all they can be
 And we could sing "My Country 'Tis of Thee"
 Sweet land of liberty
 When did punk rock become so safe?
 I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher who put up the barricades
 Like a stake in the heart
 Somehow we got driven apart
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 I want conflict, I want dissent
 I want the scene to represent
 Our hatred of authority
 Our fight against complacency
 Stop singing songs 'bout girls and love
 You killed the owl, you freed the dove
 Confrontation and politics
 Replaced with harmonies and shticks
 When did punk rock become so tame?
 These fucking bands all sound the same
 We want our fights, we want our thugs
 We want our burns, we want our drugs
 Where is the violent apathy?
 These fuckin' records rated G
 When did punk rock become so safe?