Them Call Themselves Old Punks

Three blocks up Parc Avenue

And three blocks back down Clark

An old friend took me for a spin

In her boyfriend's new cool car

She asked me if I see a sort of perfect light

Reflecting off of everybody's eyes

I said, "No, no, no, no

We do the thing that we do

'Cause that's the thing we do"

I've heard people call themselves non-material

I've heard them call themselves old punks

I'd say we've all stared at the Moon

Until it's nothing but a rock in the sky

And I'd say there's, there's nothing punk about that

There's nothing punk about that

Oh no, there's nothing punk about that

Someone put a poem on the wall

And someone else ripped it off

They said, "We can't put up with

Another hustler here"

I like it when we take the long way home

Safe inside our steel blue 91

That place between the place where

Dreamers dream to be

And that place where they just know

They're just like me and you and everyone and

I've heard people call themselves non-material

I've heard them call themselves old punks

I'd say we've all stared at the Moon

Until it's nothing but a rock in the sky

And I'd say there's, there's nothing punk about that

Oh no, there's nothing punk about that

I'd say there's nothing punk about that

(I'd say there's nothing punk about that)

I say we've all stared at the Moon

(There's nothing punk about that)

Until it was nothing but a rock in the sky

I'd say there's nothing punk about that

(There's nothing punk about that)