Look around the show on Saturday night
There's no one under 23
Take another look and start to realize
That everyone's as old as me
Asking all around, "Why aren't there any kids?"
And no one really seems to know
Probably just sitting at home feeding off the junk on the radio
And I know sometimes I wonder
If it's time to throw it all away
And I know sometimes I wonder
How we'll keep our scene alive
Look around the show on Saturday night
There's no one that I've never seen
Everybody working just to build up some empty authority
Talk about our scene and how it used to be
And how it never seems to grow
But all anybody ever cares about is everything they've always known
And I know sometimes I wonder
If it's time to throw it all away
And I know sometimes I wonder
How we'll keep our scene alive
And all the anger that we felt when we were young
I can't believe I never see it
In a generation taught, "Your only place is number one,"
"And a childhood is something that ain't needed."