Whats this, I cant tell
The kind of music that makes me mad
I dont want it, not this
I cant stand it, get it off my deck
I dont need this sound
I dont like it playing in my car
I cant drive with this
Its not gonna take me very far
Tuned down, turned up
Flashed out on a Marshall stack
I survived on stuff like that
Fast songs, fast life
Fast women never slowed me down
Boy bands, girl bands
Mass creation for a tired land
Tuned down, turned up
Flashed out on a Marshall stack
I survived on stuff like that
The kids of today they dont understand
The kids of today they dont understand
The kids of today they dont understand
They dont understand the blues
Beat bop, hip hop, r nn b and all that jazz
Fake world, take mine
Those who havent, and those who have
Tuned down, turned up
Flashed out on a Marshall stack
I survived on stuff like that
The kids of today they dont understand
The kids of today they dont understand
The kids of today they dont understand
They dont understand the blues
The kids of today they dont understand
The kids of today they dont understand
The kids of today they dont understand
They dont understand the blues
They dont understand
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