I Haven't Been Punk Rock Since '86

I'm running out
Of important things to say
20-something not bad for a poet
I must say it's well deserved
I can only hope that the children grow up just like me
Eat, sleep, fuck oh my god I feel so alive
I can run the numbers again but you're still not worth the fuck
I'm well on my way to being shot by some women I've never met
But knows a thing or two about love
I choose my lovers by the greatest ratio of vanity to self esteem
I find their experience in idol worship quite erotic
All good heroes need decoration
Music is fashion
Music is fashion
Music is fashion
And that's just fine by me
I'm a super-position of Russian dolls
The youngest one is chasing big dreams with whiskey
Feeling sexy with a gun to his head
A shitty gambler but he got what he deserved
And I turned a profit
That fucking whore
I keep my eyes on her curves and my tongue in her cheek
Some bullshit passage from Dickinson spread out on the sheets
I learned the rhetoric from paradigms of the wise men
You learned to fuck from a carnie
Ain't no truth in a punk rock song
Ain't no truth in a punk rock song
Ain't no truth in a punk rock
God don't give a fuck about my punk rock song
Nobody panic it's only entertainment
And I won't utter an intelligent word
Let's find you a market
A true romantic is a balance
Of carefully monitored supply and demand
I'm a businessman first
And a sex symbol second
Music kills rock stars