Them Kids

	  		
       C                                             G 
No one feels more alone that the children of a dying breed 
          C                                              G 
You never feel at home when you're just another mouth to feed 
C                               G 
    I wanna live in geological time 
            C                         G 
Because I'm still in my biological prime 

F                                     C 
  If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear? 
F                         C      Dm 
  If nobody listens, will we disappear? 


           C                                     G 
You flip a man a quarter playing songs on his guitar 
            C                                           G 
You're on a street corner, feeling like a patron of the arts 
            C                                           G 
And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 
           C                                           G  
I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 


F                                     C 
  If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear? 
F                         C      Dm 
  If nobody listens, will we disappear? 


                                C                                           G 
I just don't understand why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 
           C                                           G 
I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 
        C                                                    G 
They're always on the phone and they always gotta have control 
            C                                           G 
And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 


F            Dm                C 
  The golden years are under attack (we're taking them back, we're taking them back) 
F            Dm                C 
  The golden years are under attack (we're taking them back, we're taking them back) 
F                 Dm                    C 
  Looking for an original voice but the beaten path leaves little choice 
F                     Dm                C                                         Dm  F 
  The melody that you thought you found reveals that she's been sleeping around 


C 
 We were apostles, they were the high priests 
G                                                  C G F} <--played higher on the neck-- 
 We lived the hustle, the keepers of the backbeat 
C 
 We're under pressure to reconcile 
G                                           C G F} <--played higher on the neck-- 
 Our point of view with contemporary style 



           C                                                    G    F 
It used to be that the kids were the ones who knew how to get off 
         C                                                      G    F 
It was a yell from the swamp, now it's only coming out as a cough 
        C                                              G 
I can't sell my songs so I'm gonna have to give 'em away 
        C                                               G 
I can't sell myself since my hair started turning to grey 


F                                     C 
  If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear? 
F                         C      Dm 
  If nobody listens, will we disappear? 


                                C                                           G 
I just don't understand why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 
           C                                           G 
I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 
         C                                                G 
The high priests are calling all disciples back to the fold 
            C                                           G 
Because the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll 

C  G  F  (4x)

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