This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk

All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk

Labeled himself a musical commie

When in fact he was everyone's mommy



Gave the kids a good place to go

And the unheard of bands somewhere to show

Now he is dead for over five years

Where are all the tributes for all your careers



NOFX for years made their way

Laughing at what the political punks had to say

Taking the piss out of everyone's anger and passion

While being a shill for the warped sneaker tour fashion



Epitaph, you make us cry and laugh

As you kick back and rake in the cash

You're the chief magnate of the music money machine

Yeah and you could say you fucked up the scene



Raking in fucking millions in dough

What does the scene have to show?

Shrewd business men, you made your big score

For the bands charging thirty dollars at the door



Well you fat cats slap yourselves on the back

Your greed and piggishness are documented facts

You all think you're special and swell

Real punks everywhere hope you burn in hell



So this song is for you Timmy you were true blue

You could see where it was going, you already new

Bad Religion hanging out with Britney Spears

Pink and Rancid helping each others careers



Sell yourself out for better distribution

It's an old line, a shitty solution

Now you're part of the music conglomeration

Selling your punk attitudes to the whole nation



So I am sorry if it all doesn't mean shit to me

This music was supposed to set us free

Not to buy houses up in the Hollywood Hills

All you beautiful so talented people give me the chills