Pop Country is for Posers

My daddy had a Lightnin Hopkins 78

Covered in scratches and it popped when it played

But I'd place the needle with a holy care

And Lightnin played me the first note that I ever felt

Then I discovered the sounds of 67

The message of love and psychedelics

And I got lost in them strawberry fields

On that magical mystery tour for a couple of years

Because the blues is for believers

And psychedelic rock is for dreamers

But the consumer masses ain't got no soul

So you won't hear Lightnin Hopkins on the radio

By 18 I felt like a misfit

And teenage angst wouldn't let me quit

Johnny Rotten spoke for me

And I found hope in anarchy

Now I moonlight at a local lounge

That primarily caters to this fake yuppie crowd

I just cringe as they request those pop country songs

So all them wannabes and pretenders can sing along

Chorus

Because maybe punk rock is for loser

But pop country is for posers

But the consumer masses aint got no soul

So you wont hear the Sex Pistols on the radio

Art is more than a business plan

And a song is more than some Nashville scam