Our Scene -

Look around the show on Saturday night

There’s no one under 23

Take another look and start to realize

That everyone’s as old as me

Asking all around, «Why aren’t there any kids?»

And no one really seems to know

Probably just sitting at home feeding off the junk on the radio

And I know sometimes I wonder

If it’s time to throw it all away

And I know sometimes I wonder

How we’ll keep our scene alive

Look around the show on Saturday night

There’s no one that I’ve never seen

Everybody working just to build up some empty authority

Talk about our scene and how it used to be

And how it never seems to grow

But all anybody ever cares about is everything they’ve always known

And I know sometimes I wonder

If it’s time to throw it all away

And I know sometimes I wonder

How we’ll keep our scene alive

And all the anger that we felt when we were young

I can’t believe I never see it

In a generation taught, «Your only place is number one,»

«And a childhood is something that ain’t needed.»