This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk

All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk

Labeled himself a musical commie

When in fact he was everyone's mommy



Gave the kids a good place to go

And the unheard of bands somewhere to show

Now he is dead for over five years



Where are all the tributes for all your careers



NOFX for years made their way

Laughing at what the political punks had to say

Taking the piss out of everyone's anger and passion

While being a shill for the warped sneaker tour fashion



Epitaph, you make us cry and laugh

As you kick back and rake in the cash

You're the chief magnate of the music money machine