Mr. Brett Lyrics - James Lynn Strait

Born into the middle class 

Yeah, all you had to do was ask 

& mom & dad would give you what you needed 

& though I didn't know you then 

I know you'll probably defend 

& take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated 

So you adopt a punk rock life 

A leather jacket, hair with spikes 

& join a band 

'Cause you must have a say 

& though you helped out with it that time 

There's those of us, who keep on 

Trying to make a living & not sound like 

Green Day 

Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old 

You don't give a shit. 

Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've 

become your own nemesis 

Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you 

Livin' in luxury 

Some say genius, some say mistake 

But you've become what you used to hate 

So now we're in the 90's & punk's not 

what it used to be 

It's gone downhill since 1982 

& though I liked most of your bands 

& listen to them all I can 

It's fucked up that you think it's 'cause of you 

You think that you're still part of the scene 

Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green 

For you this mid life crisis has come on strong 

Now punk rock's been accepted 

& they've realized it's not just a fad 

Please, stay behind that desk where you belong 

Punk rock life's been good to you 

Now Corporate punk's the thing to do 

Obnoxiously, you raised your fee, 

you'll see to it we'll all get screwed.