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
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
And no press kits
And no videos
And no nothin'
Just noise
And you and me baby
Against the stillness of the night
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) And we're coming home!
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) We're coming to your house!
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Yeah, you can come along!
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) All the poseurs, too!
(Na, na, na, na, na) And you scum-sucking
(Na, na, na, na, na) Spotify fucks!