It's a critical solution, and the east coast got the blues
It's a mass of confusion, like the lies they sell to you
You got a glass-jawed toothache of a mental disease
And they be running 'round back, see them line up on their knees
'Cause the kiss-ass sycophants, throwing penance at your feet
When they got nowhere to go
Watch them come in off the streets
While they're banging out front
Inside they're slamming to the crunch
Go on an throw me to the lions
And the whole damn screaming bunch
'Cause the pissed-off rip-offs, they're everywhere you turn
Tell me how a generation's ever supposed to learn
This fire is burning, and it's out of control
It's not a problem you can stop
It's rock n' roll
I read it on a wall, it went straight to my head
It said, "Dance to…
