What are they doing here? Something so familiar to my ears Well they move like ancient science fiction on the vacuum screen And they sing of love and loneliness and different shades of green Drownin in a lake of tears Seems like they've been doing it for years Ringing in my ears Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Well we listen on in silence, memorizing line and verse Though the poetry is awful and the imagery is worse Doesen't it seem absurd? Little children learning every single word And they mimic words and phrases of a hundred years ago and observe a moments silence for the guy who wrote Hey Joe Matthew said it best at Janes Though the maidens gone, her innocence remains We sing on in chains Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Well I'm laughing at the waitress and they're starving in the street And they're charging more for wonder and they're burning fields of wheat Am I crazy, was it really only 20 years ago? Or more or less, I'm not so sure Raised on Cla**ic Rock Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da Bob ba da bop ba da ba da