Down in my new hometown there is a battleground
They make a fuzz about this very special sound
It is a lonely place
They never talk to your face
Looking over your shoulder
Man, it's such a waste
I don't need them
I do well without them
Yet I seem to stick around
'Cause I cannot help but be a little curious
About this very special sound
Some people run the scene
And some buy into this dream
About a narrow line
About some music machine
Man, I get paranoid like on Hitchco*k celluloid
Can't carve out no real space
It is a great big void
What should you do then?
Move out to California
Then move back in time
No, you just join a rock group
Meet the same said people that I have in mind
No no no no no
No no no no no
It doesn't work like that -- this lifestyle on the go
You gotta listen to the things they're telling you
You gotta look surprised as if it's something new
And when they f** you over
Don't you feel a little colder?
When they f** you over
Don't you feel a little older?
I don't need them
I do well without them
Yet I seem to stick around
'Cause I cannot help but be a little curious
About this very special sound
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?