Drive-By Truckers - Self Destructive Zones lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - Self Destructive Zones lyrics]
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
Headed straight for Muscle Shoals
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
And it's like the dragon's side
Of the story's 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 fairytale
Than admit that somethin'
Bigger's passing through
The hippies rode a wave
Puttin' smiles on faces
That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying
From it's habit's
And another thinking rock-and-roll was new
'Til 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 grandaddy's shotgun's locked in a closet
And it never shot a thing that could've lived
And old man decided that you
Couldn't choose your poison
'Til 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
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
Headed straight for Muscle Shoals
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
And it's like the dragon's side
Of the story's 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 fairytale
Than admit that somethin'
Bigger's passing through
The hippies rode a wave
Puttin' smiles on faces
That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying
From it's habit's
And another thinking rock-and-roll was new
'Til 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 grandaddy's shotgun's locked in a closet
And it never shot a thing that could've lived
And old man decided that you
Couldn't choose your poison
'Til 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