Dime Store Punks Songtext
von Nadia Kazmi

Dime Store Punks

Everyone from 8 to 80
with their plaid shirts and
their cool shoes on
And their black rimmed glasses
I can't tell the little boys
From the little old ladies

All these dime store punks
With their dime a dozen funk

They got style no substance
They got style no substance
And I don't need your
And I don't need your
Style no substance


They all got their guitars in hand
They all want to sit, no one wants
To take a stand
All sound the same
adorned In their emperor's
new clothes

They've all gone to school
They've read all the classics
They've read Foucault but act like Faust
They're opinions are culled from the latest
Of Voice or of Vice

You say you wanna wave your freak flag
But you're gonna wait, you're gonna save it
For another day when
Until you're not so afraid of it