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    like a novel without a soul    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 opinion they can take and shove    somewhere young rebels will meet up tonight    somewhere skateboarders and straightedgers 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    you just fire and walk away    and it's the armchair general    who lives to fight another day    well their opinion they can take and shove    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?