They're making feminist fanzines in Bushwick right now
There's still a lot to say
And performance art in the alleyways of Chinatown
What's a downtown artist anyway?
They're making art that blurs the line between can would should and can't
The dancers from the dance follow the ba**
And starting bands with broken amps and rusted old mic stands
All the kids know this must be the place
They love it here and they're not gonna go
It's so expensive now that they always get hardcore
They're shutting down Fifth Avenue screaming “No more war!”
There's still a lot to say
Instead of sitting ‘round talking ‘bout how it used to be before
Nostalgia's so pa**é
Clapping their hands so f**ing fast and cutting each other's hair
Let your hands and feet follow the ba**
They're making art that's less crystal f**ing clear and more full on dare
All the kids know this must be the place
They love it here and they're not gonna go
It's so expensive now that they have to get hardcore
From the train to the deli to the coffee shop
Past the beauty salon and the parking lot
Up the stairs by the bus near the hardware store
On the bench in the sun with their headphones on
They love it here and they're not gonna go
It's so expensive now that they have to get hardcore
They love it here and they're not gonna go
It's so expensive now that they have to go hardcore