No more room for romantics
I wanna be a machine
I've been sentimental
And no memories
You gave us nothing to do so we did nothing
Nothing sentimental no more memories
Every band we ever loved
Is selling out or breaking up
Finding out the limits of their reach
And so resent the ones pissin' green and money
While the other ones are tired of running
Around and around and around and around and around
Under the underground
You try to find the fanatics
Listen for their screams
Prey on younger blood or the new naïve
They gave us something to build and then they build something
While the rest of us are sharpening our teeth
Every band we ever loved
Is selling out or breaking up
Having doubts about your precious scene
Resent the ones pissin' green and money
While the other ones are tired of running
Around and around and around and around and around
Under the underground
Every band we ever loved
Is selling out or breaking up
We learned to drink
We learned to drink for free
Well we were learning to drink for free
Oh we were learning to drink for free
I wanna be a machine
I wanna drink for free
Every band that we ever loved
They looked like us I think they felt like us
We saw ourselves letting go of our dreams
Young and blood piss green and money
While the rest of us are tired of running
Around and around and around and around and around
Under the underground.