Them Kids

No one feels more alone than the children of a dying breed You never feel at home when you're just another mouth to feed I wanna live in geological time Because I'm still in my biological prime If nobody listens then who's gonna hear? If nobody listens, will we disappear? You flip a man a quarter playing songs on his guitar You're on a street corner feeling like a patron of the arts And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll If nobody listens then who's gonna hear? If nobody listens, will we disappear? I just don't understand Why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll They're always on the phone and they always gotta have control And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll The golden years are under attack (We're taking them back, we're taking them back) The golden years are under attack (We're taking them back, we're taking them back) Looking for an original voice But the beaten path leaves little choice The melody that you thought you found Reveals that she's been sleeping around We were apostles, they were the high priests We lived the hustle, the keepers of the back beat We're under pressure to reconcile Our point of view with contemporary style It used to be that the kids were the ones who knew how to get off It was a yell from the swamp now it's only coming out as a cough I can't sell my songs so I'm gonna have to give them away I can't sell myself since my hair started turning to gray If nobody listens then who's gonna hear? If nobody listens, will we disappear? I just don't understand Why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll The high priests are calling all disciples back to the fold Because the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll