Every young "tough guy" who thinks he has the world by the balls eventually grows up to pay a mortgage, and pay alimony to his ex-wife.
Every kid who has love and hate tattooed on his knuckles later uses those same hands to discipline his children for not getting good grades, or fighting with his sister.
Every Rockstar who claims "I'll never grow old" is selling bullshit, because we all grow old. We all become our parents. Hippies grow up to become stock brokers and police officers. Punks grow up to become computer programmers and school teachers.
Death or glory, the ideals of young rebels, have all been done before. And while you're to young, naive, ignorant, etc. to know what the outcome of your life will be, we already know, cause we seen it all a thousand times. Just another boring fucking story.
One of my all time favorite Clash songs, and definitely one of their more cynical songs. As with all great lyrics however, using them in different contexts can alter the meaning of the song, or at least shed a new light on it. This one definitely seems to have a connection with music. Perhaps a reflection on bands of the time, or the audience of the time. Basically asking the kids "Do you think you're the first movement of counter-culture to try and stand up for a cause? Do you think you'll be the last?
Every young "tough guy" who thinks he has the world by the balls eventually grows up to pay a mortgage, and pay alimony to his ex-wife.
Every kid who has love and hate tattooed on his knuckles later uses those same hands to discipline his children for not getting good grades, or fighting with his sister.
Every Rockstar who claims "I'll never grow old" is selling bullshit, because we all grow old. We all become our parents. Hippies grow up to become stock brokers and police officers. Punks grow up to become computer programmers and school teachers.
Death or glory, the ideals of young rebels, have all been done before. And while you're to young, naive, ignorant, etc. to know what the outcome of your life will be, we already know, cause we seen it all a thousand times. Just another boring fucking story.
One of my all time favorite Clash songs, and definitely one of their more cynical songs. As with all great lyrics however, using them in different contexts can alter the meaning of the song, or at least shed a new light on it. This one definitely seems to have a connection with music. Perhaps a reflection on bands of the time, or the audience of the time. Basically asking the kids "Do you think you're the first movement of counter-culture to try and stand up for a cause? Do you think you'll be the last?