Taking Back the Rhythm - Big D And The Kids Table

Go ahead and badge me president

Of not giving into music’s bullshit

And while you’re at it why don’t you just say

The scene’s been dead since you last heard me say

In the scene I stand, I’m surronded by a book

A list of things I’m not, rebellion models think I should

Be what they are, what they want me to be

Now what the fuck is that, would you accept me?

Me?

No!

Go ahead and burn your radio

Or listen to their crap until it shows

And while you’re at it why don’t you just say

The scene’s been soft since you last heard me say

Can’t you see your music’s based on rebellion

Not, to follow all the rules, but to create like those who did it back then

Keep it the same, no progress, yeah you’re fine the way it is

Well, if you lock us up, then when will you let us out?

It’s midnight in the city

I’m two blocks from downtown

My back pack’s full of fliers

I’m gonna save the sound

They’re stripping down the culture

They’re dumbing down the arts

They’re robbing us of music, yeah

They’re robbing us of us

I finally quit my job, yeah

Quote me when I say

I’m gonna take 'em on

I’m my own D.J.

runaway

I’m sittin' on the curb

Torn paper in my hand

From the pen to my voice

To your ears to your voice

I’m taking back the rhythm

I’m taking back the song

I’m gonna show 'em up, yeah

And it won’t take me that long

It’s scary when I’m focused

It’s a scary flat out brawl

It’s scary that these kids these days

They crazy have no balls

So I’m going to the clubs

Where what I hear is right

Their big money don’t intimidate me

Forever I will write

Let’s show 'em that we mean it

Let’s show 'em we won’t die

Let’s all plug right in and point our amps at the sky

Bam!

Go ahead and burn your radio