Our Science Is Tight

Now it's time

It's time to wreck this place

It's time to laugh

Fuck saving face

The only thing we wanna save is the image on your face

When I show up at your prom with the ghost of Lester Bangs

They yell for "Rock!"

And it's a funny thing

So did your Dad

Does that tell you anything

As we huddle 'round our relics

Hoping for new ways to sell it

Once it helps you to get laid

Do you have to, have to kill it?

Who the fuck are you?

Where did you come from?

Is this the way things should be

Or just a feast of crumbs?

So color us the assholes

As you gripe about this scene

Celebrating archaic hassles

Calling it validity

Hold old photos to a lighter

Make the colors stand out brighter

As you think of times you didn't wonder why

And it seemed to make a difference

Every move we make is like a contribution

A new perspective to be heard

And when one runs out of things to say

Maybe they should stop