The Kids Aren't the Same Songtext
von Scumbags

Hanging around the corners of the streets
Looking for trouble
A Rancid shirt, a bottle of beer and confidence
The kind of confidence that
Comes plasticized
All my anger is now directed at having fun

Everywhere I go I can′t find what I want
A place to go and
Pretend my life's alright
With people who really understand my feelings
And don′t give a damn


Kids are tired of punk rock shows
And don't want to walk among
Drunken b*tches, junkie punks
Everyone in the underground
Now kids wanna go to pubs
Looking like Irish folks
15 bucks ½ a pint
What the fk? It's not for me

Suburban home, I′m like a rat
Running the alleyways
Like Milo Auckerman once said, I′m not a loser
But the truth is that I was
Born to be
All my anger is now directed to make me scream

Everywhere I go I can't find what I want
A place to go and
Pretend my life′s alright
With people who really understand my feelings
And don't give a damn


Kids are tired of punk rock shows
And don′t want to walk among
Drunken b*tches, junkie punks
Everyone in the underground
Now kids wanna go to pubs
Looking like Irish folks
15 bucks ½ a pint
What the fk? It's not for me