punk rock for the suburbs

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whats the point?
whats the point?
stay away all you sane
i'm sick of it all
you're all the same
if i wake you up now
will you remember my name
will you also buy me jewels for the priviledge
to wear at my next show
go on then and buy me buy me
you can take me home
where you can get back to growin old
gettin bored and fuckin fat
drunk and stoned watch tv
now gently close your eyes
reward me for my human nature
from the safety of your cave
not your own courage
but hypocrit ontology
a whiff of servitude
and illigitimate dichotomies
the point is that you are asleep
you're fucking week
to let fear squash your own autonomy

Audrey Autonomy 2nd November 2004