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