They don't want:
Your ANTICS,
Your LAME TRICKS,
or your CRUCIFIX.
They just want:
Your MONEY for THEIR TIME,
PARDONS for their CRIMES,
A PATTERN for our LIVES.
Be PRETTY,
Be SKINNY,
Be just like them.
Be SELFISH,
Be RUDE,
Wallow in your sin.
In all the secrets we keep,
We know that beauty's only skin deep.
Society knows,
But they won't tell,
So the lie grows,
With every purchase.
To me, Safetypin Anarchy describes those of us leading normal successful lives, while carrying our punk or ska lifestyle in our back pocket and fight the mainstream from the inside. We do not waste our lives in useless rebellion, but sacrifice extroverted self-expressionism to do what those who refuse will not. We take our struggle to work, into the corporate offices, through the subways and the streets, passing our unknowing brothren and longing for the sense of community their studded vests and mohawks once held for us. But instead of stopping, we persevere, and proudly wear our checkered ties and fishnets to work, braving the struggle of t