Modern Rock

Modern rock has got me dizzy I go to shows and something’s missing… Like why’s this place always filled with hippies That sing so limply and don’t know their history? Tell me (tell you what) Why can't (anyone?) Sell me (sell you what?) What I want you to! What I want you to! Seems so simple Just sing that which is true It gets so hard though Yeah I'm trying trying to I feel so bad then For those wretched critics’ hearts ‘Tis better to be sleeping Than to run with scissors in the dark Tell me (tell you what) Why can't (anyone?) Sell me (sell you what?) What I want you to! What I want you to! Yeah Help me (help with what?) It ain't (gotta be so hard) I just wanna rock with you! Wanna rock with you! Yeah And no press kits And no videos And no nothin’ Just noise And you and me baby Against the stillness of the night… And we’re coming home We’re coming to your house Yeah you can come along All the posers too And you scum-sucking Spotify fucks