Go ahead and badge me president Of not giving into music's bullsh** And while you're at it why don't you just say The scene's been dead since you last heard me say In the scene I stand, I'm surronded by a book A list of things I'm not, rebellion models think I should Be what they are, what they want me to be Now what the f** is that, would you accept me? Me? No! Go ahead and burn your radio Or listen to their crap until it shows And while you're at it why don't you just say The scene's been soft since you last heard me say Can't you see your music's based on rebellion Not, to follow all the rules, but to create like those who did it back then Keep it the same, no progress, yeah you're fine the way it is Well, if you lock us up, then when will you let us out? It's midnight in the city I'm two blocks from downtown My back pack's full of fliers I'm gonna save the sound
They're stripping down the culture They're dumbing down the arts They're robbing us of music, yeah They're robbing us of us I finally quit my job, yeah Quote me when I say I'm gonna take 'em on I'm my own D.J. runaway I'm sittin' on the curb Torn paper in my hand From the pen to my voice To your ears to your voice I'm taking back the rhythm I'm taking back the song I'm gonna show 'em up, yeah And it won't take me that long It's scary when I'm focused It's a scary flat out brawl It's scary that these kids these days They crazy have no balls So I'm going to the clubs Where what I hear is right Their big money don't intimidate me Forever I will write Let's show 'em that we mean it Let's show 'em we won't die Let's all plug right in and point our amps at the sky Bam! Go ahead and burn your radio