SLAUGHTER AND THE DOGS

Spiked disorder
Utter disgrace,
Spitting and violence
Contorted face.
Beer and vomit
Cigarette fog,
Screeching guitars
Slaughter and the dogs!!
Snarl at society
Like Sid and Nancy,
Ripped Tee and jeans
Nothing fancy.
Vivid colours
Blacked up eye
Badges telling the world
To "Fuck off and die!"
Slouching shoulders
Vengeful anarchy,
Safety pins and chains
Answer always "Why should we?"
School yard rebellion
To the police, a single finger,
Crazed looks of Johnny Rotten
You're a dead ringer.
The youth of today!!
Always a wasted generation,
Ghosts of gangs, threatening
Midnight down in the tube station.
Your girl like Polly Styrene
Red slash of lipstick, torn fishnets,
Private school dropout, a whore
That's as good as it gets.
So, shove your rules and regulations
Pop the blueys, stoned or drunk,
All you squares can kiss my ass
I'm not like the rest of you, I'm punk.
We'll be back, the fashion plague
Just another turn on the style cogs,
When the latest trend changes again
A new Slaughter and the dogs.
A last word from UK punks
"We don't care what we do
Don't give a shit what we say,
So fuck you and fuck the whole world too!!"
Phil Hall  May 2014