SLC Punk! Page #10

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for a triend?

You're my only triend!

Please wake up now!

Please! I'm sorry!

Oh, tuck.

Oh, man. Oh, jeez.

Oh, my God.

I wasn't ready tor this.

I wasn't ready.

And we put him under the ground.

The official cause of death?

Overdose from Percodan.

That's what John's girlfriend

gave him for his headache.

That, mixed with the booze,

did him in.

Heroin Bob, the guy who never did

any drug in his life outside of beer...

died from a narcotic overdose.

And that was it.

He fell...

and I went on.

What else was I gonna do?

Bob got me into this whole punk-fashion

anarchy trip in the first place.

It hit me after the funeral.

It was always Bob.

Started way back when we were kids,

maybe 14.

We were such losers back then.

Those guys that sat alone

in the cafeteria...

getting sh*t from the jocks...

wishing to God they could be cool

for just, like, one minute.

Then one day Bob had had enough.

Being a dweeb was not

what he had in mind for our future.

- Hey, Bob. You're early.

- Dad was tlipping out. I had to leave.

Mike and Eddie are coming, so it should

be a good game. I have a good dungeon.

Stevo, this D&D sh*t,

it sucks.

- What?

- It sucks.

But you're a seventh-level magic user.

It's going great tor your character.

Stevo, it's bullshit, though.

"Magic user." What the hell's that?

These elves and dwarves

and dragons, man.

- This music...

- Rush is a very good band.

Their music is very complex,

and the pertection...

I'm not saying they're not talented,

and, yeah, they rock...

but it's not the only music

out there.

- I've got a John Denver record.

- I'm serious.

Anyway, I like them.

They rock, man.

There's a whole world out there.

People are having fun.

We should be going to parties...

getting drunk, getting laid...

being wild.

The last time we went to a party

we got our asses kicked.

Maybe we should have

our own parties.

- How about we turn this oft...

- Don't touch my stereo, Bob.

Give me a chance.

- Got this from a guy I know in L.A.

- You know a guy in L.A.?

Shh!

You tell me

it this doesn't rock.

This isn't anything.

Just give it a chance.

What is it?

- What is it?

- Yeah, what is it, Bob?

It's new.

Okay.

So there I was.

I was gonna go to Harvard.

It was obvious.

I was gonna be a lawyer

and play in the goddamn system.

That was that.

I was my old man.

He knew.

So what else could I do?

I mean, there's no future in anarchy.

But when I was into it

there was never a thought of the future.

We were certain the world was gonna end.

When it didn't, I had to do something.

So f*** it.

I could be a litigator in New York

and piss the sh*t out of the judges.

I mean, that was me...

a troublemaker, the future...

one of those guys my parents

so arrogantly saved the world for...

so we could f*** it up.

I could do a hell of a lot more damage

in the system than outside of it.

That was the final irony, I think.

That and, well, this.

And f*** you

if you're already thinking it.

When all was said and done...

I was nothing more

than a goddamn trendy-ass poser.

Efficiency and progress

Is ours once more

Now that we have the neutron bomb

It's nice and quick and clean

And gets things done

Away with excess enemy

But no less value to property

No sense in war

But perfect sense

At home

The sun beams down on a brand-new day

No more welfare tax to pay

Unsightly slums

gone up in flashing light

Jobless millions whisked away

At last we have more room to play

All systems go

to kill the poor tonight

Gonna kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill the poor

Kill the poor tonight

Behold the sparkle of champagne

The crime rate's gone

Feel free again

Oh, life's a dream with you

Miss Lily White

Jane Fonda on the screen today

Convinced the liberals it's okay

So let's get dressed

and dance away the night

While they kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill the poor

Kill the poor tonight

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill the poor

Kill the poor tonight

Behold the sparkle of champagne

The crime rate's gone

Feel free again

Oh, life's a dream with you

Miss Lily White

Jane Fonda on the screen today

Convinced the liberals it's okay

So let's get dressed

and dance away the night

While they kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill the poor

Kill the poor tonight

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill the poor

Kill the poor tonight

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill the poor

Kill the poor tonight

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