Guilty of Being Tight

When middle finger politics turn to rules of thumb
Could it be that we refused the shape of punk to come?

Here is where the buck stops
If we’re going to make it now
Need I remind you?
Maybe there's relief I got into punk rock
To slaughter the sacred cow
But every time I do, someone’s got beef

So, why not

Burn down the old stomping grounds
Turn down heirlooms that we found
Scream out the songs and never tire
And we’ll all gеt along like a house on fire

I would count mysеlf among those who started out so young
Searching for a voice that speaks to where I’m coming from

(Baptized) in the church of discontent
(Capsized) when we wander and dissent
Log years and age
Dog ear the page

At the dawn of malaise (How quickly they forget)
Can we solve the charade
If the call of the stage
Breaks our fall from grace (‘Cause I’m not done just yet)

We can burn down the old stomping grounds
Turn down heirlooms that we found
Scream out the songs and never tire
And we’ll all get along like a house on fire