I was born in the mid-seventies
Grew up surfing the new wave of metal
At constant war against haircuts and synths
Every day an imaginary battle
And still now and then I like to indulge
In sentimental self-depreciation
Like last night laughing at a live video
Of Biff Byford rocking the nation
But that laugh stuck in my throat
That's me ‘neath that eagle lighting rig
The Saxon of punk rock
My real hair's like that wig
The Saxon of punk rock
Too bad to break, too dumb to quit
You'd think we'd give a shit
Seven CD's, no one's got ‘em
Finally we've struck punk rock
Like a nightmare it came to me
This epiphany: Biff is I
Flabby awkward on stage
Trying hard to sell out what no one wants to buy
Singing bosh over riffs that's a raffle of
Popular sounds of the day
I'm Sock, frontman of Generea
Watch me fade away
…and the band played on
Ten years of trying to sell out
The Saxon of punk rock
It's us without a doubt
The Saxon of punk rock
Too bad to break, too dumb to quit
You'd think we'd know we're shit
Seven CD's, no one's got ‘em
Finally we've hit the punk rock bottom
The punk rock bottom
Finally, it's just Biff and me

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