O.K. F.M. D.O.A.
Dillinger Four Lyrics

Witness a jaded town
Observing a town filled with disillusionment and apathy

Got some champagne for a forty-ounce frown
Trying to cheer up someone who is sad with some fancy alcohol

I've worked my theories through
I've figured out my own life's philosophies

Already half-dead and nothing more to lose
Feeling like life has taken everything, and there's nothing left to risk

Forget now what we've got
Let's not focus on what we have in the present

And all your old stories celebrating wounds
Tired of hearing about how people triumphed from their past struggles and battles

I've heard enough of "those days are gone"
Sick of hearing that things aren't like they used to be

Because there's never time to play the fool
There's no point in risking everything for a fleeting and foolish moment

Come on, kill the lights with trouble-make
Let's cause some mischief and turn off the lights

Come on, smash the light and celebrate
Let's break things and have fun doing it

Come on, let's tie a yellow ribbon
Let's symbolically tie a ribbon to identify the people who are unwilling to fight the system

'Round the necks of the motherfuckers living for the giving in
Only tie it around the people who have given up on fighting for their dreams and ideals

Move with the rogue set choking out the radio
Join up with the misfits who are fighting against the mainstream media

A thousand voices booming out in stereo
A sea of voices rising up and speaking out against the establishment

From top to bottom, knock 'em down like dominoes
Rising up and toppling the existing power structure and hierarchy

I'm not stopping 'til we choke out the radio
Determined to continue the fight until the mainstream media is silenced

Why wake up in the past
What's the point of dwelling on the past?

With well-framed pages from the book of rules?
Following the rules and regulations to the letter

I've heard enough of "where were you then?"
Tired of hearing people ask where you were during their fight when they didn't ask for your help in the first place

'Cause I don't give a shit about collecting dues
I don't care about gaining recognition or respect for past contributions to a cause

I saw it coming
Anticipating the rise of a certain personality or movement

Now it happens all the time
Now this personality or movement is commonplace and ubiquitous

First you had a D.I.Y. chip on your shoulder
At first, you were self-reliant and self-motivated

Then you got an ego fifty fanzines wide
But then your ego began to inflate from all the recognition and praise in the underground media

Don't give me those eyes
Don't try to convince me with a pleading look

The confidence you're selling I won't buy
I am not going to believe your overblown confidence and bravado

'Cause the costume fits
Your outward appearance matches what you claim to stand for

But the script's still shit
But the substance behind it is still lacking and unconvincing