times have changed i have to say

not much is real, not much the same

drowned out the old without a clue

tell me what this means to you

masquerades in holes and pins

it's not a game no one can win

this time has brought us no real thing

the roots are lost of this scene



no name places

no name faces

different voices

different choices

nothing to prove only to say

doing what they want their way



years ago on darkened streets

drums were pounding to a different beat

they that walked agaisnt the rest

shouting loud of their protest

years ago in tiny places

they came together, no ordinary faces

loud music and truthful voices

shouting loud of their choices



no name places

no name faces

different voices

different choices

nothing to prove only to say

doing what they want their way