the punk rock princess
once upon a time in a land not so far away
lived a punk rock princess bopping and screaming
dead milkmen big lizard in my backyard nutrition
she could hear it in her head all night, relentless
she sings the song of sages and the loco gringos
thrown into the mosh pit with no shoes, hardcore
she could jam econo before d boone checked out
five bucks gets you in the door the all ages show
fugazi steady diet of nothing dallas, tx
the walls shook and sweat rained from above
too many people in metal walls, no room to breathe
liberty spikes safety pins leather jacket and combat boots
the proper attire for a punk rocker, all back in the day
before it became cool and hip replacing jazz
as the sound of of the underground and misunderstood
before the bands decided profit over promised priority
the time of cbgb’s and a band tshirt was black marker on white material
the punk princess looked out of her window and remembered
the beautiful vinyl of reds, purples, pinks, blues; first additions
scouring the lyric sheet over and over again wearing the paper thin
hidden nuggets of golden knowledge pointing in the direction to run
a race to buy the album, new record labels, and side projects
a time of zines hand written and copied, beer to those who will staple
punk shows in living rooms and basements packed full of angst
there was a time you knew your comrades by their attire and accessories
the punk rock princess had locked herself away from the world
how can you survive when the crimson ghost is on clothes at walmart
henry rollins models for the gap and bad religion sings christmas songs
she would not live in the broken pieces of her society, once secret and sacred
hot topic selling black flag bars screen printed perfectly, doc martins $200,
the four track went out of style and music is no longer made with instruments
it’s all computers and synthesized bullshit generic meaningless lyrics on top
this was no place for punk rock princess to thrive, she locked the door to the world
then she chewed up the key, no getting through, no compromise of morals
instead punk rock princess remembered that time and the other time and that show
she was loud and clumsy kicking over old bottles of heaven hill impersonating darby
the punk rock princess lived quite happy in the past, and she pogoed all her days!