The Day I Gave Up On Punk Rock
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Profitable to everyone but me,
The pleasure to encourage one's hate and agony.
Because the story behind the bruises may be
A lot worst than the faded memory of a story we've all heard.
To me it's all just common sense,
You don't talk of alcohol as a friend
When you know that kids are listening
(Imitating what other kids have come to fear and hate)
I don't want to be responsible for the affliction
Of a sixteen year old who's drunken father tends to be violent.
So I refuse to offer myself as an uncaring prick.