Sam Duckworth - 1986 download mp3

Lyrics

I always hoped there’d be a day
When I would be old enough to understand
The choice that we made
To take away the art inside the artisan
Everything’s bespoke
And you can get it if you’re broke
If you believe the fables on the labels, it’s a con
And yet they string us along
I always hoped there’d be a day
When I would see anger in revivalists
But the rebellion you crave
Is dying in the hands of online pharmacists
Ripping up your jeans
To be part of the scene
Everybody’s hurting and escaping, it’s a shame
And yet here we are again
Everybody’s pissed
And all the punks love Taylor Swift
I understand the hunger to feel younger, it’s a tryst
Preserving the myth
I didn’t think there’d be a day
When I’d lose my faith in what we could achieve
From the records you played and the words your hero spoke inside the magazines
Fight amongst yourselves
You’re still generating wealth
They come in new disguises, it’s surprising we still fall
For spite on a wall