i have only just realised how stupid is this thing we do smiling at our enemies we talk to almost anyone who could be useful i ask myself where d'i go wrong? don't insult my intelligence i know the way it goes i wanna talk about the sky the sea or philosophy and about wars and books and all my favourite little drugs oh, what a lot i hate this feeling of elite talking for hours about a record or a guitar YOU PAY I PLAY for you when you make punk rock a serious thing you kill it i know the importance of what i do and say and i also know the importance of those around me but, remember, thats only entertainment