Coke

How much did that hoodie cost?
Generic tats, satanic cross
Picture perfect poser punk rock jock
Your head grew bigger than the scene
You thought you were respected in
An obese black sheep
Bullying the flock
Don’t call be brother
You’d pimp your own mother
If it meant you’d crawl to the top
You missed your calling
You should’ve been a cop
The list of name drops seem to grow
With every bump of shitty blow
I don’t know who you’re trying to impress
Belly up to the bar to brag
About the time you blew Black Flag
I don’t fucking need to hear the rest
Don’t call be brother
You’d pimp your own mother if it meant
You’d crawl to the top
You missed your calling
You should’ve been a cop
You were never a minor threat
You’re the reason punk rock is dead
Besides it’s all a fucking advertisement
And I don’t even like Pepsi