A Colossal Stockroom Full of Big Fat 'Fuck Yous' Just for You

It’s only another gearwheel in the machinery of moneymaking
An industrial product — produced just to be sold
I see «revolution» written on their flags as they’re tryin'
To sell the same oversea-produced exploitation goods
Do you think that Nike or Vans care about this music
Or the ideas and the way of life for which it stands?
Me, you, our friends and this whole scene ain’t nothing
But a market place. Don’t be their minion, don’t help them
To create the illusion that shoes are a statemnt of belief!
Their consumr-breeding promotionsquads a.k.a. your favorite
Punk rock bands are now puppets on the strings of venture
Capitalists, the fertilizer for the money trees cultured by
Conscienceless neoliberalists
This is not a fucking masking ball, it’s a place where you could
Be yourself and ougtha be yourself. So, you canting profit junkies,
write this in your fucking zine:
«Fuck posing, little hypocrites defining themselves through their consume
Begging for cameras, to picture their costume. and those brand pretending
That they care about the message from our hearts shouted out loud…
Well, fuck 'em all and let an anarchist god sort 'em out.»