They're kicking at the gates Screaming and punching air I don't know what they want And I don't know why They even care Rebuild the barricades Hide all the nicotine Break out the dynamite And blow them all To smithereens Nice shoes Cool hair
Who's on? Who cares? They ruin every scene By shooting from the hip They smother every seed In all the latest sh** They wear the brightest wool So that they can be scene They wear the loudest stare So that they can be herd