In ‘77 The Stranglers asked
Whatever happened to the heroes?
The same year Robert Di Niro was asking
“You talkin’ to me”?
Then punk kicked off and its attitude reflected
The disaffected, the rejected, the disrespected
Who wanted the freedom to choose to do
What they want to do
When they want to do it
When that freedom of choice found its voice
You couldn’t ignore it
But then rebellion became a target market
Fast forward to today - Whatever happened to the heroes?
Johnny Rotten seems to have forgotten
He was once the clown prince of punk
And since he’s sunk in my estimation
Straight to the gutter
Nowt better to do than advertising butter
Nevermind the Bollocks!
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Well Joe Strummer’s dead, Tony Wilson’s dead
Joey Ramone’s dead, Kurt Vonnegut’s dead
So it goes
There’s no more heroes
Except
A punk in attitude only standing lonely
Leonard Cohen’s still going
But who’ll replace him
That won’t sink but swim
For me the outlook’s looking grim
Now I’ve got my own mind
I don’t need anyone to follow
And I’d like a John Lydon
But I’m just stuck with Bono
© Kieren King
Twitter - @mankygitt
Preserving the Sex Pistols' graffiti is an archaeological swindle
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Kieren King is a poet, a heathen & an anarchist and must be approached with caution at all times. Tickling him behind the ear has been proven to soothe him.
