James Lynn Strait - Mr. Brett Lyrics
Born into the middle classYeah, all you had to do was ask& mom & dad would give you what you needed& though i didn't know you thenI know you'll probably defend& take the stand in the life that you'd been cheatedSo you adopt a punk rock lifeA leather jacket, hair with spikes& join a band'cause you must have a say& though you helped out with it that timeThere's those of us, who keep onTrying to make a living & not sound likeGreen dayTrade rags say you're making it, now you're oldYou don't give a shit.Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you'veBecome your own nemesisMr. brett, we won't pay that fee to keep youLivin' in luxurySome say genius, some say mistakeBut you've become what you used to hateSo now we're in the 90's & punk's notWhat it used to beIt's gone downhill since 1982& though i liked most of your bands& listen to them all i canIt's *****ed up that you think it's 'cause of youYou think that you're still part of the sceneNail painted black, hair dyed dark greenFor you this mid life crisis has come on strongNow punk rock's been accepted& they've realized it's not just a fadPlease, stay behind that desk where you belongPunk rock life's been good to youNow corporate punk's the thing to doObnoxiously, you raised your fee,You'll see to it we'll all get screwed.
