Them Kids

No one feels more alone than the children of a dying breed

You never feel at home when you're just another mouth to feed

I wanna live in geological time

Because I'm still in my biological prime

If nobody listens then who's gonna hear?

If nobody listens, will we disappear?

You flip a man a quarter playing songs on his guitar

You're on a street corner feeling like a patron of the arts

And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll

I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll

If nobody listens then who's gonna hear?

If nobody listens, will we disappear?

I just don't understand

Why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll

I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll

They're always on the phone and they always gotta have control

And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll

The golden years are under attack

(We're taking them back, we're taking them back)

The golden years are under attack

(We're taking them back, we're taking them back)

Looking for an original voice

But the beaten path leaves little choice

The melody that you thought you found

Reveals that she's been sleeping around

We were apostles, they were the high priests

We lived the hustle, the keepers of the back beat

We're under pressure to reconcile

Our point of view with contemporary style

It used to be that the kids were the ones who knew how to get off

It was a yell from the swamp now it's only coming out as a cough

I can't sell my songs so I'm gonna have to give 'em away

I can't sell myself since my hair started turning to gray

If nobody listens then who's gonna hear?

If nobody listens, will we disappear?

I just don't understand

Why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll

I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll

The high priests are calling, all disciples back to the fold

Because the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll