O.K. F.M. D.O.A. - Dillinger Four

Witness a jaded town

Got some champagne for a forty ounce frown

I’ve worked my theories through

Already half dead and nothing more to lose

Forget now what we’ve got

And all your Old Stories celebratin wounds

I’ve heard enough of «those days are gone»

Because there’s never time to play the fool

Come on, kill the lights with troublemake

Come on, smash the light and celebrate

Let’s tie a yellow ribbon around the necks

Of the motherfuckers living for the giving in Move with the rogue set choking out the radio

A thousand voices booming out in stereo

From top to bottom knock them down like dominoes

Why wake up in the past

With well-framed pages from the book of rules

I’ve heard enough of «where were you then»

Because I don’t give a shit about collecting dues

I saw it coming now it happens all the time

First you had a D.I.Y.

chip on your shoulder

Now you got an ego fifty fanzines wide

Don’t give me those eyes

That confidence you’re selling I won’t but

Maybe the costume fits

But the script’s still shit.