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