| Go ahead and badge me president
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| Of not giving into music’s bullshit
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| And while you’re at it why don’t you just say
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| The scene’s been dead since you last heard me say
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| In the scene I stand, I’m surronded by a book
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| A list of things I’m not, rebellion models think I should
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| Be what they are, what they want me to be
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| Now what the fuck is that, would you accept me? |
| Me? |
| No!
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| Go ahead and burn your radio
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| Or listen to their crap until it shows
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| And while you’re at it why don’t you just say
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| The scene’s been soft since you last heard me say
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| Can’t you see your music’s based on rebellion
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| Not, to follow all the rules, but to create like those who did it back then
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| Keep it the same, no progress, yeah you’re fine the way it is
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| Well, if you lock us up, then when will you let us out?
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| It’s midnight in the city
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| I’m two blocks from downtown
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| My back pack’s full of fliers
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| I’m gonna save the sound
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| They’re stripping down the culture
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| They’re dumbing down the arts
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| They’re robbing us of music, yeah
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| They’re robbing us of us
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| I finally quit my job, yeah
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| Quote me when I say
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| I’m gonna take 'em on
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| I’m my own D.J. |
| runaway
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| I’m sittin' on the curb
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| Torn paper in my hand
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| From the pen to my voice
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| To your ears to your voice
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| I’m taking back the rhythm
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| I’m taking back the song
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| I’m gonna show 'em up, yeah
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| And it won’t take me that long
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| It’s scary when I’m focused
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| It’s a scary flat out brawl
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| It’s scary that these kids these days
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| They crazy have no balls
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| So I’m going to the clubs
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| Where what I hear is right
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| Their big money don’t intimidate me
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| Forever I will write
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| Let’s show 'em that we mean it
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| Let’s show 'em we won’t die
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| Let’s all plug right in and point our amps at the sky
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| Bam!
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| Go ahead and burn your radio |