Stay Punk

"Stay Punk By Marcus Cooke

Knocked to the floor
my back against a wall
Chained to the wall
With maximum hold
I am still shouting "NO"
They drag me
kicking and screaming
Filming me on CCTV
England is dreaming
Images streaming
Fuck me for my resistance  
Having to explain
my miserable existence
I thought this
was the land of the free
But this land
don’t seem so free to me!
 
Caught in a rut
Handcuffed to the table
with the door shut
In walks
the corporate terminator
Holding the bomb
and the Detonator
I should have known better
Money is always the common dominator,  
words like a foul smell
in the air linger
I give the man
the middle finger
But the man forgets
I’m the rake
at the gates of hell
I’m the man
who watched as Babylon fell
 
Thrown in a cell
for saying "NO"
The hands on the clock stop,
then move slow
In this zone
No one gets off lightly
This is my big
"FUCK YOU" to society
 
This game is through
This boat is sunk
Live free
Stay punk!