Where are you?
Who are the people that you meet
And what do they know
What are the lessons that they teach
What wisdom do they hold
Who are you?
Where are you?
Who are you?
Where are you?
He saw you drum
She saw you bass
We saw the young bohemians go to waste
I saw her shoes
That were all wrong
Dressed by the desperation to belong
Whose demographics do they reach
The slogans so bold
Which are the subcultures to breach
And do they really know
Who are you?
Where are you?
Who are you?
Where are you?
He saw you drum
She saw you bass
We saw the young bohemians go to waste
I saw her shoes
That were all wrong
Dressed by the desperation to belong
One for you
You'll call me very soon
Two for me
You'll call me very soon
One for you
You'll call me very soon
Two for
Get smashed on our own stash
Writing love songs for arsonists
And vandals' capital flow
Hark the arrival of the teen
Bow down to the emo show
Who are you?
Where are you?
Who are you?
Where are you?
He saw you drum
She saw you bass
We saw the young bohemians go to waste
I saw her shoes
That were all wrong
Dressed by the desperation to belong
One for you
You'll call me very soon
Two for me
You'll call me very soon
One for you
You'll call me very soon
Two for me
You'll call me very soon
One for you
You'll call me very soon
Two for me
You'll call me very soon
One for you
You'll call me very soon
Two for me
Get smashed on our own stash