this is what i want

this is what i want. i want all the punks to take to the streets playing their guitars. this is what i want. black kids and white kids sharing all the songs that their grandmamas taught ‘em. and we’ll play ‘em on our horns, we’ll bang ‘em on our drums, we’ll play ‘em on our guitars. singing songs that our mothers sang to us when we were young. songs that we may remember reading. songs we heard a stranger sing or humming on the streets. songs we made up yesterday on the porch in the rain on our guitars. and we’ll never sing a song we heard on your radio, or a song someone else was paid to write or sing. and we’ll never sing of sex the fakest kind of love. those songs will not be played on our guitars. – this bike is a pipe bomb