1944

Somewhere, a pen is busy with hate tonight
Jaded eyes and cynics
Bring me down
Somewhere, a kid is playing his heart out tonight
But he'll get nowhere
With the Berkeley in-crowd

Well put-downs are so easy (Put-downs, put-downs)
(Put-downs, put-downs)
Like a novel without a soul (Put-downs, put-downs)
(Put-downs, put-downs)
And every executioner wears a hood
When it's time for heads to roll
Well they're just like new dictators
Trying to tell us what to love
Well their opinions, they can take and shove

Somewhere, young rebels will meet up tonight
Somewhere, skateboarders and straight-edgers will unite
They don't need no magazine that's filled with hate and lies
Get enough from the world around them
They're young but they are wise

But negativity's easy (Put-downs, put-downs)
(Put-downs, put-downs)
You just fire and walk away (Put-downs, put-downs)
(Put-downs, put-downs)
And it's the armchair generals who
Who live to fight another day
Well they're just like new dictators
Trying to tell us what to love
Well their opinions, they can take and shove

Well if this was 1944, they'd be pointing their guns at you
Cause every fascist, left or right, has a fucked-up set of rules
But do they really think the kids are such fools?
Or do they even care?

Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere (somewhere)
Somewhere, somewhere
Somewhere, it's somewhere