Yes that's right, Japanese punk is dead
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
London Nite sedition backed by big time fashion designers
Yuichi promote the Cobra
Ain't for Oi!, it's just for wonga
Japanese punk became a fashion just like punk used to be
Ain't got a thing to do with your or me
Doll are systems and systems kill
Doll are expressions of the public will
Japanese punk became the Doll cos we all felt lost
Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
Japanese punk fascism was a social napalm
Namekawa Kazuhiko started doing real harm
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
Sucked from the system that had given him his name
Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass
Tired of staring up a superstars arse
I've got an arse and crap and a name
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
Namekawa Kazuhiko, you're napalm
If you're so Crass follower, why do you swarrrm?
Mitch SxE, you're napalm, your tattoo with your hand
But it's Yakuza's arm
And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need an arse-licker to promote my angle
Can I resist the good write-up that fame and fortune dangle
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
Pogo 77 with safetypins in their ear
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
Doll Q might attack, but the Doll stole the sting
JAPANESE PUNK IS DEAD. JAPANESE PUNK IS DEAD. JAPANESE PUNK IS DEAD.
