Luyện nghe bài hát Timmy Yo

This is a for one of the godfather's of punk
All the rock star he wasn't afraid to debunk
Labeled himself a musical
When in fact he was mommy

the kids a good place to go
And the of bands somewhere to show
Now he is dead for five years
Where are all the tributes for all your

for years made their way
Laughing at what the political had to say
Taking the piss out of everyone's and passion
While being a shill for the warped sneaker fashion

Epitaph, you us cry and laugh
As you kick back and in the cash
You're the chief magnate of the money machine
Yeah and you could say you up the scene

Raking in millions in dough
What the scene have to show?
Shrewd business men, you made your big
For the bands charging thirty at the door

Well you fat slap yourselves on the back
Your greed and piggishness are facts
You all think you're special and
Real punks everywhere hope you burn in

So this song is for you you were true blue
You see where it was going, you already new
Bad Religion hanging out Britney Spears
and Rancid helping each others careers

Sell yourself out for distribution
It's an old line, a shitty
Now you're part of the conglomeration
Selling your punk attitudes to the whole

So I am sorry if it all doesn't mean to me
This music was to set us free
Not to buy houses up in the Hills
All you beautiful so people give me the chills