Self Destructive Zones Drive-By Truckers

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
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around
Long enough to make you think it's coming true
It's easier to let it all die a fairytale
Than admit that somethin' bigger's passing through

The hippies rode a wave puttin' 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 pointy ugly cheap guitars
And the young'uns all turned to karaoke
Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars