Take Heed (Flux of Pink Indians)

The music business got really scared When punk's created their own alternative system One that was honest and really cared So they set out to destroy what punk had created By dividing those involved Choosing cult names and hatred The gutter press said punks should spit and fight And the puppet punks were fooled alright They began to sniff aerosol and tubes of glue Because the paper said that's what real punks do Like spitting on bands covering them in shit Even though they knew if they were playing They wouldn't like it The promoters wanted to put a stop To the cheap gigs bands arranged on their own So they introduced more lies and once the seeds were sown The puppet punks began to smash up halls Believing they were having a real ball But the destruction meant nothing at all They were just dancing to the tunes The big businessmen called Very soon bands couldn't afford to do their own gigs And the promoters had won They got their own way Protecting their halls with bouncers They decided which bands could play And best of all they controlled the price that we all have to pay Punk belongs to the punks Not the businessmen They need us, we don't need them Punk will never be dead As long as some of us refuse to be led The rip-off merchants were quick to cash in And the puppet punks parted with their hard earned cash To buy the exploiter's rip-off trash Unable to see that these people only sell shit As long as the people are willing to buy it