For many years
I believed the status quo
Until I saw
Their marble pedestals
The teddy boy
The rocker
The skin head and the punk
Where do they fit in?
Fear cooked alive
When caught
Is easily divided up
Like a jellied eel
The Teddy boy
The Rocker
The Skinhead and the Punk
Where do they fit in?
It’s not like living in America
America is like babel
When it had one language
And no borders
I always wanted to draw
On graph paper
I believed it would make my drawings
More accurate
But instead
It imprisoned me
And took my pencil away
The Teddy boy
The Rocker
The Skinhead and the Punk
Where do they fit in?
Commercials
Have erupted like measles
Like an orthodox religion
From a fitted kitchen
Sunlight is string
Moonlight is gilt edge
Starlight is wrapping paper
The heart shines like a solar panel
And the antibodies
Of society
Are busy with a camera crew
Creating facsimiles
Of the Teddy boy
The Rocker
The Skin Head and the Punk
The fish tank
Cannot get bigger
But the fish
Can fight to the death
Love
Has been manufactured
Like tin foil
So that people forget
The Teddy boy
The Rocker
The skin head and the punk
And where do I belong
Nowhere
I stay at my post
Like one of the ghosts
Of the Teddy boy
The rocker
The kin Head and the Punk
