Mr. Brett

Lyrics

[Intro] Hold on, hold on! [?] We got a punk rock record here, yo Haha [Verse 1] Born into the middle class Yeah, all you had to do was ask And mom and dad would give you what you needed And though I didn't know you then I know you'll probably defend And take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated So you adopt a punk rock life A leather jacket, hair with spikes And join a band Cause you must have a say And though you helped out with it that time There's those of us, who keep on Trying to make a living and not sound like Green Day [Pre-Chorus] Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old You don't give a shit Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've become your own nemesis [Chorus] Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you livin' in luxury Some say genius, some say mistake But you've become what you used to hate [Verse 2] Stupid, wannabe, punk-rock guy! So now we're in the 90's and punk's not what it used to be It's gone downhill since 1982 And though I liked most of your bands And listen to them all I can It's fucked up that you think it's cause of you You think that you're still part of the scene Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green For you this mid life crisis has come on strong You think you've been accepted And they've realized it's not just a fad Please, stay behind that desk where you belong [Pre-Chorus] Punk rock life's been good to you Now Corporate punk's the thing to do Obnoxiously, you raised your fee You'll see to it we'll all get screwed [Chorus] Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you livin' in luxury Some say genius, some say mistake But you've become what you used to hate [Guitar Solo] So tell me the truth There's no excuse Tell me the truth! Now you better slow down! [Chorus] Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you livin' in luxury Some say genius, some say mistake But you've become what you used to hate [Outro] Stupid, wanna be, punk-rock record [?] Fuck you! Nanananana Couldn't make it as a punker Haha Bullshit!