Self Destructive Zones
Album(s): Brighter Than Creation's Dark,Sung by: Mike Cooley
Written by: Mike Cooley
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember,
when the news of revolution hit the air.
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters,
when the boys started cutting off their hair.
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough it ought to have a proper home.
Dead, fat, or rich, nobody's left to bitch about the goings on in self-destructive zones.
The night the practice room caught fire
there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals.
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier" and it's like the dragon's side of the story's never told.
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough to make you think it's coming true,
it's easier to let it all die a fairy tale than admit that something bigger's passing through.
The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces
that the devil wouldn't even put a shoe.
Caught between the generation dying from its habits
and another thinking rock and roll was new.
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, hanging full of pointy, ugly, cheap guitars
And the young 'uns all turned to karaoke, hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars.
My grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet and it never shot a thing that could have lived.
An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison
till you're nearly old enough to vote for him.
They turned what was into something so disgusting even wild dogs would disregard the bones.
Dead, fat, or rich, nobody's left to bitch about the goings on in self-destructive zones.