The Methadones - Getting Older/Losing Touch lyrics
[The Methadones - Getting Older/Losing Touch lyrics]
Looking around
Wondering what became of what I once knew
Pop-punk mutation lacking passion that
Keeps ringing untrue
There's something wrong with this picture
Hot Topic setting standards for
You to consume for you to consume
Many of the roots can be traced
Back to where we're standing
There were people just like me and you
Never thought of landing in a
Place bands get squeezed out
To make room for
Third-generation Blink-182 rip-offs
Is there something I don't get?
How did you buy into this?
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Or is there something I don't see?
I'm scratching my head in disbelief
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Am I losing touch?
Went to the Vans Warped Tour last weekend
Was an outsider looking in
All the kids were buying so much crap
Amidst a generation gap
It was so fucking hot, it sucked
Wanted a beer, it cost six bucks
Seen many faces throughout the years
As soon as they come, disappear
And now I watch this band with black makeup
And silly synchronized jumps
In a gigantic parking lot
In the Wal-Mart of punk rock
Is there something I don't get?
How did you buy into this?
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Or is there something I don't see?
I'm scratching my head in disbelief
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Am I losing touch?
I can't forget who I am or what I know
Or change what I believe
You can sell rebellion
Package it in many ways
And claim it's not all right for me
Am I losing touch? Should I just give up?
Am I losing touch if I don't understand you?
Am I losing touch?
And if I never will, am I losing touch?
Wondering what became of what I once knew
Pop-punk mutation lacking passion that
Keeps ringing untrue
There's something wrong with this picture
Hot Topic setting standards for
You to consume for you to consume
Many of the roots can be traced
Back to where we're standing
There were people just like me and you
Never thought of landing in a
Place bands get squeezed out
To make room for
Third-generation Blink-182 rip-offs
Is there something I don't get?
How did you buy into this?
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Or is there something I don't see?
I'm scratching my head in disbelief
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Am I losing touch?
Went to the Vans Warped Tour last weekend
Was an outsider looking in
All the kids were buying so much crap
Amidst a generation gap
It was so fucking hot, it sucked
Wanted a beer, it cost six bucks
Seen many faces throughout the years
As soon as they come, disappear
And now I watch this band with black makeup
And silly synchronized jumps
In a gigantic parking lot
In the Wal-Mart of punk rock
Is there something I don't get?
How did you buy into this?
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Or is there something I don't see?
I'm scratching my head in disbelief
Am I just getting older, losing touch?
Am I losing touch?
I can't forget who I am or what I know
Or change what I believe
You can sell rebellion
Package it in many ways
And claim it's not all right for me
Am I losing touch? Should I just give up?
Am I losing touch if I don't understand you?
Am I losing touch?
And if I never will, am I losing touch?