Taking Back the Rhythm

Go ahead and badge me president

I'm not giving in to music's bullshit

And while you're at it why don't you just say

The scene's been dead since you last heard me say

In the scene I stand, I'm surrounded by a book

A list of things I'm not, rebellion models think I should

Be what they are, what they want me to be

Now what the fuck is that?

Would you accept me?

Me? No!

Go ahead and burn your radio

Or listen to their crap until it shows

While you're at it why don't you just say

The scene's been soft since you last heard me say

Can't you see? Your music's based on rebellion

Not to follow all the rules

But to create like those who did it back then

Keep the same, no progress

Yeah, you're fine the way it is

Well, if you lock us up

Then when will you let us out?

It's midnight in the city, I'm two blocks from downtown

My backpack's full of flyers, I'm gonna save the sound

They're stripping down the culture, they're dumbing down the arts

They're robbing us of music, yeah, they're robbing us of us

I finally quit my job, yeah, quote me when I say

I'm gonna take them on, my own DJ runaway

I'm sitting on the curb, torn paper in my hand

From my pen to my voice, to the ear to your voice

I'm taking back the rhythm, I'm taking back the song

I'm gonna show them up, yeah, it won't take me that long

It's scary when I'm focused, scary flat I fall

Scary that these kids these days, they're crazy and have no balls

So I'm going to the club, wearing what I think is right

Big money, no intimidating, forever I will write

Show them that we mean it, show them we won't die

Let's all club our inner porn and ram such the sky

Bam!

Go ahead and burn your radio

Your radio

Burn your radio