We Are The Union - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Punk Rock Stars lyrics

I was happy getting high in the basement Of an old brick house in burns park Pissed off and isolated We turned the lights off and played along in the dark So you cashed in on the character Safety pins and sabotage And we all bought your counterfeit anger While you were driving sports cars, doing nothing for the cause So spike your hair and roll your jean cuffs Put on your docs and black leather jacket Shout and sing like you’re an anarchist But you’re full of sh*t, and you know it Does your past catch up and make you choke When you get a good look at yourself? Cause you were telling racist jokes We kept the lights off and sang along in the dark So dye your hair and put your plaid pants on Shout “fu*k the man” but you are the man Sing your 72 hookers song But you’re fu*king wrong The real great rock ‘n roll swindle The real great rock ‘n roll swindle Our heroes laughing all the way to their million dollar homes Fall back down with no control We’re gonna ride the wave of the status quo