Self-Destructive Zones Songtext
von 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


The hippies rode away putting smiles on faces
That the devil wouldn′t even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying from its habits
And another thinking rock and roll was new
'Til the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party
Hanging full of pony ugly cheap guitars
And the young ′uns all turned to karaoke
Hanging all their wishes up on disregarded stars

Granddaddy's shotgun′s locked in a closet
And it never shot a thing that could've lived
An old man decided that you couldn′t use your poison
'Til you're nearly old enough to vote for him
They turned white oils 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