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…