Timmy Yo - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

This is a song for one of the godfathers of punk

All the rock star bullshit that he would debunk

He labeled himself a musical commie

When in fact he was acting like everyone's mommy

Gave all them kids a place to go

And unheard of bands somewhere to show

Now he's dead for over five years

Where are all the tributes from 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 me cry then laugh

As you kick back and rake in the cash

You're the chief magnate of the music money machine

Yeah, you could say you have fucked up the scene

Raking in fucking millions of that 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 can slap yourselves on the back

Your greed and piggishness are documented facts

You all think you're so special and swell

Real punks everywhere hope you burn in hell

So this song is for Timmy Yo, you were true blue

You could see where it was going, you already knew

Bad Religion hanging out with Britney Spears

Pink and Rancid helping each other's careers

Sold yourself out for a little better distribution

It's an old line and it's a shitty fucking solution

Now you're part of the music conglomeration

You go and sell your punk attitudes to the whole nation

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

This music was supposed to set us free

Not to buy up houses up in Hollywood hills

All you talented people, you give me the chills