Old Bands

One two three four

Driving down Rosebush Lane
My car is running on hydroelectricity
It's pure pandemonium
And it's all pulling at the polarity

Got a group that would forego
The sound survival stereo
What did Mister Bare say?
No one wants to know

Don't wanna listen to the old bands
Wanna move on from the old bands
Keep reflecting on these cold hands
Who's respecting all the old bands?

We're watching what will never be
'Cause onstage sits a nobody
Jimmy Phallus's frantic ways

A panoramic view
Of both paradoxes, one and two
Ricardo Lopez and the revolvers he would use

And when we're in the car
The music moves us down below
Take a hit of the peach salsa
That backseat drivers know

Moonbeam machines lead us astray
All of the bands won't understand
They'll never grow

Don't wanna listen to the old bands
Wanna move on from the old bands
Keep reflecting on these cold hands
Who's respecting all the old bands?

Don't wanna listen to the old bands
Wanna move on from the old bands
Keep reflecting on these cold hands
Who's respecting all the old bands?

Wanna move on from the old bands (After all)
Keep reflecting on these cold hands (For you see)
Who's respecting all the old bands? (That is me)