Take Heed

The music business got really scared

When punk's created their own alternative system

One that was honest and really cared

So they set out to destroy what punk had created

By dividing those involved

Choosing cult names and hatred

The gutter press said punks should spit and fight

And the puppet punks were fooled alright

They began to sniff aerosol and tubes of glue

Because the paper said that's what real punks do

Like spitting on bands covering them in shit

Even though they knew if they were playing

They wouldn't like it

The promoters wanted to put a stop

To the cheap gigs bands arranged on their own

So they introduced more lies and once the seeds were sown

The puppet punks began to smash up halls

Believing they were having a real ball

But the destruction meant nothing at all

They were just dancing to the tunes

The big businessmen called

Very soon bands couldn't afford to do their own gigs

And the promoters had won

They got their own way

Protecting their halls with bouncers

They decided which bands could play

And best of all they controlled the price that we all have to pay

Punk belongs to the punks

Not the businessmen

They need us, we don't need them

Punk will never be dead

As long as some of us refuse to be led

The rip-off merchants were quick to cash in

And the puppet punks parted with their hard earned cash

To buy the exploiter's rip-off trash

Unable to see that these people only sell shit

As long as the people are willing to buy it