Talkin' Fucked-Up Folk Punk Blues
Well once upon a time when the earth was green
There came a band of punks so tough & mean
And they walked down the tracks, unheard, unseen
They took a bunch of metal from that desolate scene
And they dragged those scraps all down the tracks
Buried in a couple'a stolen knapsacks
They came out when the sky was black
Brought a crowbar in their pack
And those folk punk fools
You never can trust 'em
Well those dirty folk punks spent time by the train
When the sky was clear or full of rain
And they fought all the way through the heat and pain
Cause the need to run drove them insane
One day these folk punks hopped the fence
And into the run-down stable they went
Where the cops who're sent into the park
Keep their horses after dark
And these dumbass folk punks
They never saw the camera
One day the folk punks started to whine
They saw their face on a wanted sign
They had stolen from the stable & vandalized
Just a couple dumb kids with nowhere to hide
Eventually they got off clean
These folk punk kids so dirty & mean
These folk punk kids in the folk punk scene
Played at the Glass Menage, ran on nicotine
Talk about irresponsible
Whoo-ee!
Love's folk punk when it's torn apart
Friends are folk punk when they're not that smart
And books are folk punk when they're written by Sartre
And I'm folk punk cause there's mean in my heart
And blood's folk punk when it's on a guitar
Music's folk punk when no one's a star
My friends and I like to drive too far
In my fucked-up shitshow folk punk car
Driving way too fast
Follow the FedEx arrow
There came a band of punks so tough & mean
And they walked down the tracks, unheard, unseen
They took a bunch of metal from that desolate scene
And they dragged those scraps all down the tracks
Buried in a couple'a stolen knapsacks
They came out when the sky was black
Brought a crowbar in their pack
And those folk punk fools
You never can trust 'em
Well those dirty folk punks spent time by the train
When the sky was clear or full of rain
And they fought all the way through the heat and pain
Cause the need to run drove them insane
One day these folk punks hopped the fence
And into the run-down stable they went
Where the cops who're sent into the park
Keep their horses after dark
And these dumbass folk punks
They never saw the camera
One day the folk punks started to whine
They saw their face on a wanted sign
They had stolen from the stable & vandalized
Just a couple dumb kids with nowhere to hide
Eventually they got off clean
These folk punk kids so dirty & mean
These folk punk kids in the folk punk scene
Played at the Glass Menage, ran on nicotine
Talk about irresponsible
Whoo-ee!
Love's folk punk when it's torn apart
Friends are folk punk when they're not that smart
And books are folk punk when they're written by Sartre
And I'm folk punk cause there's mean in my heart
And blood's folk punk when it's on a guitar
Music's folk punk when no one's a star
My friends and I like to drive too far
In my fucked-up shitshow folk punk car
Driving way too fast
Follow the FedEx arrow
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Mckenzie
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