Self Destructive Zones

It was 1990 give or take I don't remember

When the news of revolution hit the air

The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters

When the boys started cutting off their hair

The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough

It ought to have a proper home

Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch

About the goings' on in self destructive zones

The night the practice room caught fire

There were rumors of a dragon headеd straight for Muscle Shoals

"Stoner tries to savе an amplifier"

And it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told

When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough

To make you think it's coming true

It's easier to let it all die a fairy tale

Than admit that something bigger is passing through

The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces

That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe

Caught between a generation dying from its habits

And another thinking rock and roll was new

Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party

Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars

And the young'uns all turned to karaoke

Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars

My granddaddy’s shotgun is locked in a closet

And it never shot a thing that could have lived

An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison

Till you're nearly old enough to vote for him

They turned what was into something so disgusting

Even wild dogs would disregard the bones

Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch

About the goings on in self destructive zones