Every Friday night in every town
The walls come crashing down
And The Man falls to his knees
And when the breakdowns hit
The kids will go apeshit
And tear down society

The singer's on the stage
With the spotlight on his rage
As we wave our timecards in the air
For one man's rebel rock is another's punching clock
The world is just pretending to be scared

Yesterday's taboos were cashing checks for you-know-who
And there's GG Allin t-shirts in the mall
But we're so cared of losing face
In this faster, louder race
Sometimes it's easier to just play ball

So up there in garage-land
A hundred million garage-bands
Spend a hundred million hours in the lab
Something old, something new, but just the same old "fuck you"

We played it louder but they laughed at us
We played it faster but they were only acting scared
We raised our voices to the heavens in disgust
We put ourselves through hell to find them laughing there

So what we do now?


Lyrics submitted by Fitzburgh

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