it's in all the shows
stuffing white shit all up our nose
will we ever learn from our tragic past?
we've become what we all hate
rockstar in coats inebriate
bright lights of the future are fading fast

submerged in a movement i no longer comprehend
trapped in a scene, that i no longer understand
trapped in a cause i'm sinking in quick-sand
trapped under lines, can someone please give me a hand?

it's the same old song and dance!

will the kids ever see the truth?
the old-goth kids they follow you
when will they have the strength to knock-us down?

"we pretend we are like you
but we haven't got a fuckin' clue"
we'll laugh as we watch it burn to the ground

submerged in a movement i no longer comprehend
trapped in a scene, that i no longer understand
trapped in a cause i'm sinking in quick-sand
trapped under lines, can someone please give me a hand?

there was a time when there was made love not war
but now it's just about making money
and then making more

i remember when those five bands
had five dollars at the door
but now all they care about is making money
and then making more!

punks not dead it's alive and well
it's in the malls you can buy it retail
fuck the scene let's put it to bed
kill the cause because it's already dead

it's the same old song and dance!
it's the same old song and dance!
it's the same old song and dance!
it's the same old song and dance!
it's the same old song and dance!
tired of punk rock giants
tired of punk rock giants
tired of punk rock giants
tired of punk rock giants