When they first started popping up all over the place,
I said, “At least I know there’s more like me.”
But it was pretty obvious after awhile
That they considered it just something to do for a while
‘Cause they’d always been on
The winning side of the team
& never been unpopular a day in their lives it seemed.
They asked me all about my favorite shows,
& then told me that I wasn’t cool enough to go
We say, “We want peace, please, but no police
We wanna be dissident, but not too weird!”
We say, “We wanna change the world
But first we wanna get away
With all the shit our parents used to do.”
But I didn’t want to be a target audience;
I just wanted more than anything to feel acceptance,
& I wish you could’ve been here
When we started this thing,
‘Cause I don’t feel I belong anymore than I did
[If only he had wanted to confide in us.
Do you think when we speak to him he’s there?
Do you think he’s listening now?
God knows what goes on in his head.]
& my fondest wish is that you & I, Joel,
Could just take off until they all blow away,
But there’s really no point in trying
‘Cause the lunatics run the asylum for now.
& I wish I could’ve known them better
Before this whole big stinking trend,
When they were all huge Vanilla Ice fans
& they were beating up all my friends.
I guess you could say that they’re
Being the fourth incarnation of a song we wrote nearly a decade ago, we only half-jokingly call this the “Obsessive/Compulsive Remix”. They say you spend the rest of your life trying to recreate the first thing you wrote, & while we’ve written far more polished songs since, this one’s message is as pointed as ever.
Kevin Murray - Drums & Background Vox / John “Cheez” Miller - Bass Guitar / Mark Nicholson - Lead & Rhythm Guitars
François Truffaut & Marcel Moussey - The 400 Blows (Spoken by Guy Decomble & Albert Rémy)