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You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door
You better fun like hell
You better dun all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside
And if you take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They’re gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

I asked him if he knew what time he had
He said he wasn’t sure maybe a quarter past
The kids of today should defend themselves against the seventies
Appeared in his eyes as we stood in line just to have a look
But the pages I found looked like an unbound coloring book
The kids of today should defend themselves against the seventies (2x)
It’s not reality, just someone else’s sentimentality…
It won’t work for you…

Baby boomers selling you rumors of their history
Forcing youth away from the truth of what’s real today
The kids of today should defend themselves against the seventies
Stadium minds with stadium lies gotta make you laugh
Garbage bandits ‘gainst true defenders of the crowds

The kids of today should defend themselves against the seventies (2x)
It’s not reality, just someone else’s sentimentality…
Look what it did to us…

Speakin’ as a child of the seventies…

The kids against the seventies
Kids against the seventies
The kids of today should defend themselves against the seventies (12x)

(Mike Watt - “Ballhog or Tugboat”)

Something to remember me by
Something freezing your hand
Something so you feel all grown up when you call my name

Oh, I’m falling down…
Oh, I’m falling…
I don’t know when I’ll be up

When I call, please remember
Frozen like stone, yeah
He’s only flesh and blood
I’ll be gone, yeah…
Just a memory passing like pages in a book

I’m falling down…
I’m falling… (2x)
I don’t know if I’ll get up
You’re a boy… (3x)

I know why you’re here
Can’t guess your side
Oh no, the cry of a newborn child
Can’t feel the heat
Of something fresh
Can somebody hide me
I cannot hold on… (2x)
I cannot hold on, child…