| Song | Chickenshit Conformist |
| Artist | Dead Kennedys |
| Album | Bedtime for Democracy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
| Punk's not dead, it just deserves to die | |
| When it becomes another stale cartoon | |
| A closed minded, self-centered social club | |
| Ideas don't matter, it's who you know | |
| If the music's gotten boring, it's because of the people | |
| Who want everyone to sound the same | |
| Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene | |
| 'Til all that's left is just a meaningless fad | |
| Hardcore formulas are dogshit | |
| Change and caring are what's real | |
| Is this a state of mind | |
| Or is it just another label? | |
| The joy and hope of an alternative | |
| Has become its own cliche | |
| A hairstyle's not a lifestyle | |
| Imagine Sid Vicious at 35 | |
| Who needs a scene, scared to love and to feel | |
| Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal | |
| Who played last night? I don't know, I forgot | |
| But diving off the stage was a lot of fun! | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| What's ripped us apart even more than drugs | |
| Are the thieves and the goddamn liars | |
| Ripping people off when they share their stuff | |
| When someone falls are there any friends? | |
| Harder-core-than-thou for a year or two | |
| Then it's time to get a real job | |
| Others stay home, it's no fun to go out | |
| When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs | |
| When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals | |
| From New York metal labels looking to scam | |
| Who sign the most racist, queer-bashing bands they can find | |
| To make a buck revving kids up for war | |
| Walk tall, act small | |
| Only as tough as gang approval | |
| Unity is bullshit | |
| When it's under someone's fat boot | |
| Where's the common cause? | |
| Too many factions safely sulk in their shells | |
| Agree with us on everything or we won't help with anything | |
| That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider | |
| Guess who's laughing while the world explodes? | |
| When we're all crybabies who fight best among ourselves | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| That farty old rock and roll attitude's back | |
| It's competition, man, we wanna break big | |
| Who needs friends when the money's good? | |
| That's right, the '70s are back | |
| Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative | |
| It just don't move me, you know? | |
| The music's okay when there's more ideas than solos | |
| Do we really need the attitude too? | |
| Shedding thin skin too quickly | |
| As a fan it disappoints me | |
| Same old stupid sexist lyrics | |
| Or is Satan all you can think of? | |
| Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas | |
| Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge | |
| Will the metalheads finally learn something? | |
| Will the punks throw away their education? | |
| No one's ever the best once they believe their own press | |
| Maturing don't mean rehashing mistakes of the past | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| The more things change, the more they stay the same | |
| We can't grow if we won't criticize ourselves | |
| The '60s weren't all failure, it's the '70s that stunk | |
| As the clock ticks we dig the same hole | |
| Music scenes ain't real life, they won't get rid of the bomb | |
| Won't eliminate rape or bring down the banks | |
| Any kind of real change takes more time and work | |
| Than changing channels on a TV set | |
| So why are we so eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents |
| zuo ci : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
| Punk' s not dead, it just deserves to die | |
| When it becomes another stale cartoon | |
| A closed minded, selfcentered social club | |
| Ideas don' t matter, it' s who you know | |
| If the music' s gotten boring, it' s because of the people | |
| Who want everyone to sound the same | |
| Who drive the bright people out of our socalled scene | |
| ' Til all that' s left is just a meaningless fad | |
| Hardcore formulas are dogshit | |
| Change and caring are what' s real | |
| Is this a state of mind | |
| Or is it just another label? | |
| The joy and hope of an alternative | |
| Has become its own cliche | |
| A hairstyle' s not a lifestyle | |
| Imagine Sid Vicious at 35 | |
| Who needs a scene, scared to love and to feel | |
| Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal | |
| Who played last night? I don' t know, I forgot | |
| But diving off the stage was a lot of fun! | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| What' s ripped us apart even more than drugs | |
| Are the thieves and the goddamn liars | |
| Ripping people off when they share their stuff | |
| When someone falls are there any friends? | |
| Hardercorethanthou for a year or two | |
| Then it' s time to get a real job | |
| Others stay home, it' s no fun to go out | |
| When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs | |
| When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals | |
| From New York metal labels looking to scam | |
| Who sign the most racist, queerbashing bands they can find | |
| To make a buck revving kids up for war | |
| Walk tall, act small | |
| Only as tough as gang approval | |
| Unity is bullshit | |
| When it' s under someone' s fat boot | |
| Where' s the common cause? | |
| Too many factions safely sulk in their shells | |
| Agree with us on everything or we won' t help with anything | |
| That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider | |
| Guess who' s laughing while the world explodes? | |
| When we' re all crybabies who fight best among ourselves | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| That farty old rock and roll attitude' s back | |
| It' s competition, man, we wanna break big | |
| Who needs friends when the money' s good? | |
| That' s right, the ' 70s are back | |
| Cockrock metal' s like a bad laxative | |
| It just don' t move me, you know? | |
| The music' s okay when there' s more ideas than solos | |
| Do we really need the attitude too? | |
| Shedding thin skin too quickly | |
| As a fan it disappoints me | |
| Same old stupid sexist lyrics | |
| Or is Satan all you can think of? | |
| Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas | |
| Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge | |
| Will the metalheads finally learn something? | |
| Will the punks throw away their education? | |
| No one' s ever the best once they believe their own press | |
| Maturing don' t mean rehashing mistakes of the past | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| The more things change, the more they stay the same | |
| We can' t grow if we won' t criticize ourselves | |
| The ' 60s weren' t all failure, it' s the ' 70s that stunk | |
| As the clock ticks we dig the same hole | |
| Music scenes ain' t real life, they won' t get rid of the bomb | |
| Won' t eliminate rape or bring down the banks | |
| Any kind of real change takes more time and work | |
| Than changing channels on a TV set | |
| So why are we so eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents |
| zuò cí : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
| Punk' s not dead, it just deserves to die | |
| When it becomes another stale cartoon | |
| A closed minded, selfcentered social club | |
| Ideas don' t matter, it' s who you know | |
| If the music' s gotten boring, it' s because of the people | |
| Who want everyone to sound the same | |
| Who drive the bright people out of our socalled scene | |
| ' Til all that' s left is just a meaningless fad | |
| Hardcore formulas are dogshit | |
| Change and caring are what' s real | |
| Is this a state of mind | |
| Or is it just another label? | |
| The joy and hope of an alternative | |
| Has become its own cliche | |
| A hairstyle' s not a lifestyle | |
| Imagine Sid Vicious at 35 | |
| Who needs a scene, scared to love and to feel | |
| Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal | |
| Who played last night? I don' t know, I forgot | |
| But diving off the stage was a lot of fun! | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| What' s ripped us apart even more than drugs | |
| Are the thieves and the goddamn liars | |
| Ripping people off when they share their stuff | |
| When someone falls are there any friends? | |
| Hardercorethanthou for a year or two | |
| Then it' s time to get a real job | |
| Others stay home, it' s no fun to go out | |
| When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs | |
| When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals | |
| From New York metal labels looking to scam | |
| Who sign the most racist, queerbashing bands they can find | |
| To make a buck revving kids up for war | |
| Walk tall, act small | |
| Only as tough as gang approval | |
| Unity is bullshit | |
| When it' s under someone' s fat boot | |
| Where' s the common cause? | |
| Too many factions safely sulk in their shells | |
| Agree with us on everything or we won' t help with anything | |
| That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider | |
| Guess who' s laughing while the world explodes? | |
| When we' re all crybabies who fight best among ourselves | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| That farty old rock and roll attitude' s back | |
| It' s competition, man, we wanna break big | |
| Who needs friends when the money' s good? | |
| That' s right, the ' 70s are back | |
| Cockrock metal' s like a bad laxative | |
| It just don' t move me, you know? | |
| The music' s okay when there' s more ideas than solos | |
| Do we really need the attitude too? | |
| Shedding thin skin too quickly | |
| As a fan it disappoints me | |
| Same old stupid sexist lyrics | |
| Or is Satan all you can think of? | |
| Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas | |
| Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge | |
| Will the metalheads finally learn something? | |
| Will the punks throw away their education? | |
| No one' s ever the best once they believe their own press | |
| Maturing don' t mean rehashing mistakes of the past | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents | |
| The more things change, the more they stay the same | |
| We can' t grow if we won' t criticize ourselves | |
| The ' 60s weren' t all failure, it' s the ' 70s that stunk | |
| As the clock ticks we dig the same hole | |
| Music scenes ain' t real life, they won' t get rid of the bomb | |
| Won' t eliminate rape or bring down the banks | |
| Any kind of real change takes more time and work | |
| Than changing channels on a TV set | |
| So why are we so eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| So eager to please, peer pressure decrees | |
| Make the same old mistakes again and again | |
| Chickenshit conformist like your parents |