Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Self Destructive Zones, artist - Drive-By Truckers. Date of issue: 23.06.2008
Song language: English
Self Destructive Zones |
| 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’s 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 fairytale |
| Than admit that somethin' bigger’s passing through |
| The hippies rode a wave puttin' 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 |
| 'Til 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’s locked in a closet |
| And it never shot a thing that could’ve lived |
| And old man decided that you couldn’t choose your poison |
| 'Til 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 |