Hopeless Semantic Songtext
von Chilled Monkey Brains

Don′t try to tell me what punk is
I'll gladly fail your trivial gatekeeping quiz
Don′t try to tell me what's not punk (Those guys aren't punk!)
It′s a test I′m proud to flunk

Cuz if there's one thing that I′m sure of
It's that this conversation′s one I'm bored of
And I doubt there′s any
Lost love between us

Hypocrite to hypocrite I think, deep down
They all know they're full of shit
But, for some reason, can't seem to quit
Bein′ so goddam elementary


Cause even Mozart, Bach, and Beethoven
Will someday be forgotten
Much less GG, Strummer, or the Johnnie′s
When most of em' are already Rottin′

And just like their stage names, your
Fake personas are so obvious it pains
Me to tell ya
But it feels like I gotta

Taste in music don't mean shit
Our ears ain′t your fuckin' toilet
Do us all a favor and hold it in
Even if it kills ya

Don′t try to tell me it's not a punk song
Just because it ends with a