Gone are the hordes, the glorious shitheads
Who knows what’s scribbled on notebooks today?
If the rebellion’s alive, this is not their sound
The moment’s passed, we’ve been replaced
Like the Elks the alumni still gather
in uniform, ritual in tact
Throats hoarse, fingers burnt
from carrying the torch for too long
We’re old, we’re self-aware
And the kids don’t care
Still passionately aware
And the kids don’t care
Are we a traveling circus coming to town?
A nostalgia trip for grown-up bad seeds?
It’s supposed to be a beacon of dissent
And they might read about it on their Twitter feeds
Where’s the gnashing of teeth and all the bruises?
The flyers, pulled beer and all the shitty bands?
We can only give blood for long
Before someone re-writes the protest song
This will never chart or hang in a gallery
It’s stolen art that pays no one’s salary
And that’s fucking fine
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