Well there's a world full of empty hearts
Lost in this "life imitates pop art" culture
Lost, just because it's all they know
And it can be pretty hard
When you were born in the basket of shopping cart
To ever figure out that you're not alone…
And that's why the kids keep singing songs
And that's why we're breaking all the barriers that keep us apart
And for the sh** talkers who "move on,"
Well, they may be gone but there's always us
And the war we wage on settled dust...
Well we're fed up with ideas like what we want
Is always held above our heads, out of reach
And we've found we can create things
That are tangible, if it's a band, or a new world
These things they aren't so far
And in learning how to make everything we do accessible
And reach those punks who've given up
And say that they are through with it
Well, if they knew these kids, well that'd make all the difference
And the kids, you know we know better
Than to have our paths blocked by abstractions
We'll break the whole world down into fractions
And keep them small
And we know one day we'll look back to a time
When possessions were regarded as a measure of status
And status was a qualifier
And that may be now but we're breaking it down…
And we know one day we'll look back unto a time when
We couldn't even figure how to talk to each other
And we know it's complicated…
But we're working it out