No one feels more alone
Than the children of a dying breed
You never feel at home
When you're just another mouth to feed
I wanna live in geological time
Because I'm still in my biological prime
If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear?
If nobody listens, will we disappear
Fling the man a quarter to play the sounds on his guitar
You're on a street corner
Feeling like a patron of the arts
And now the kids don't know how to dance
To rock and roll
I said the kids don't know
How to dance to rock and roll
If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear?
If nobody listens, will we disappear
I just don't understand why
The kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll
I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll
They're always on the phone
And they always gotta have control
And now the kids don't know how to dance
To rock and roll
Golden years are under attack (taking it back, taking it back)
The golden years are under attack (taking it back, taking it back)
Looking for an original voice
But the beaten path leaves little choice
The melody that you thought you found
Well it feels that she's been sleeping around
We were apostles
They were the high priests
We live the hustle
The keepers of the backbeat
We're under pressure to reconcile
Our point of view with contemporary style
It used to be that kids were the ones
Who knew how to get off
... But now it's only coming out as a cough
I can't sell my songs so I'm gonna have to give them away
I can't sell myself since my hair started turning grey
If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear?
If nobody listens, then will we disappear
I just don't understand why
The kids don't know how to dance
To rock and roll
I said the kids don't know
How to dance to rock and roll
The high priests are calling
All disciples back in the fold
Because the kids don't know
How to dance to rock and roll