It was 1990 give or take I don't remember

When the news of revolution hit the air

The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters

When the boys started cutting off their hair

The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough

It ought to have a proper home

Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch

About the goings' on in self destructive zones



The night the practice room caught fire

There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals

"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"

And it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told

When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough

To make you think it's coming true,

It's easier to let it all die a fairy tale,

Than admit that something bigger is passing through



The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,

That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe

Caught between a generation dying from its habits,

And another thinking rock and roll was new

Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,

Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars

And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,

Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars



My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet

And it never shot a thing that could have lived

An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison

Till you're nearly old enough to vote for him

They turned what was into something so disgusting

Even wild dogs would disregard the bones

Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch

About the goings' on in self destructive zones