All this noise of rock and roll Feels a lot like we’re ready to fold Feels a lot like we’ve lost the goal Lost our minds and lost the soul of a nation A couple lost generations We’re the ones lost and losing patience I’m still looking for a correlation Between what to say and how you roll Spit it out Yeah, spit it out Say it like you mean it Say it like you mean it Say it like you mean it But I still don’t believe it Oh my soul, wonder where’d you go? It never did feel like my control I never could fit in microphones I never could fit in stop and stand ovations Give me the songs of the nation Cause it feels like law lacks motivation See, I’m still looking for a correlation Between what you say and how you roll Spit it out Like you mean it Spit it out You say it like you mean it But I still don’t believe it