This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Racism towards African Americans in America would not exist if everyone sat down and listened to this song and understood the history behind the words. The power, fear, pleading in RZA and Ghostface voices are genuine and powerful. Issac Hayes’ strong voice makes the perfect strong father figure, who is possibly from beyond the grave.
Dad, what was Punkrock?
Punk was rotten, punk was vicious
Always being unambitious
Punk was a piss-up, punk was a punch-up
Picking your nose and chucking your lunch up
Punk was obnoxious, punk was obscene
Having a pop at our dear Queen
Punk was a twisted tasteless trip
Punk was a pin through her majesty's lip
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
Punk was a riot, every night a rumble
A nice bit o'blow and a nice bit o'crumble
Punk was a sleazy, punk was a slum
Polaroid pics in bed with your mum
Punk was unhealthy, quite unclean
It was a mockery, malignant mean
Punk was criminal, punk was a con
And so was our favourite fugitive Ron
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
Now open your eyes and listen my son, there's no reason to be sad
Just hang around and stay with us, it'll all be coming back
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
Now open your eyes and listen my son, there's no reason to be sad
Just hang around and stay with us, it'll all, it'll all, it'll all be coming back
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
If you don't like our music, that's just your bloody hard luck
Punk was rotten, punk was vicious
Always being unambitious
Punk was a piss-up, punk was a punch-up
Picking your nose and chucking your lunch up
Punk was obnoxious, punk was obscene
Having a pop at our dear Queen
Punk was a twisted tasteless trip
Punk was a pin through her majesty's lip
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
Punk was a riot, every night a rumble
A nice bit o'blow and a nice bit o'crumble
Punk was a sleazy, punk was a slum
Polaroid pics in bed with your mum
Punk was unhealthy, quite unclean
It was a mockery, malignant mean
Punk was criminal, punk was a con
And so was our favourite fugitive Ron
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
Now open your eyes and listen my son, there's no reason to be sad
Just hang around and stay with us, it'll all be coming back
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
Now open your eyes and listen my son, there's no reason to be sad
Just hang around and stay with us, it'll all, it'll all, it'll all be coming back
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
If you don't like our music, that's just your bloody hard luck
Lyrics submitted by Sebastian1985
Carnival in Rio (Punk Was) Lyrics as written by Andreas Von Holst Andreas Frege
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