1944

Lyrics

Somewhere, a pen is busy with hate tonight Jaded eyes and cynics Bring me down Somewhere, a kid is playing his heart out tonight But he'll get nowhere With the Berkeley in-crowd Well put-downs are so easy (Put-downs, put-downs) (Put-downs, put-downs) Like a novel without a soul (Put-downs, put-downs) (Put-downs, put-downs) And every executioner wears a hood When it's time for heads to roll Well they're just like new dictators Trying to tell us what to love Well their opinions, they can take and shove Somewhere, young rebels will meet up tonight Somewhere, skateboarders and straight-edgers will unite They don't need no magazine that's filled with hate and lies Get enough from the world around them They're young but they are wise But negativity's easy (Put-downs, put-downs) (Put-downs, put-downs) You just fire and walk away (Put-downs, put-downs) (Put-downs, put-downs) And it's the armchair generals who Who live to fight another day Well they're just like new dictators Trying to tell us what to love Well their opinions, they can take and shove Well if this was 1944, they'd be pointing their guns at you Cause every fascist, left or right, has a fucked-up set of rules But do they really think the kids are such fools? Or do they even care? Somewhere Somewhere Somewhere (somewhere) Somewhere, somewhere Somewhere, it's somewhere