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I’ve heard on the TV
About three guys burying us
They say it was rock culture
They’ve been pushing it from Torrejón

They don’t get it, they don’t live it,
They don’t know what we want to hear
They don’t know what it means to love rock and roll
They hate a youth that forgot them

If they knew how I feel when I play rock
They had their time, and it’s gone

They should ask one of their grandkids first
Why they can’t help but move to rock and roll
Because they forgot grandma’s old songs
And jumped on this like you and I

If they knew how I feel when I sing rock
They had their time, and it’s gone

Shut up
You don’t get our scene
Shut up

Shut up
You don’t get our scene
Shut up
You

This is the answer to your nonsense
We haven’t filled Madison yet, but we will
Rock is more important than you think
It’s the vehicle that makes us dream

Don’t mess with my head with stories from the past
They had their time, and it’s gone

Shut up
You don’t get our scene
Shut up

Shut up
You don’t get our scene
Shut up
You

Shut up
You don’t get our scene
Shut up

Shut up
You don’t get our scene
Shut up
You