Teen Age Riot

by Thurston Moore

Everybody's talking about the stormy weather
What's a man to do but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two

Time to get it
Before you let it get to you
Here he comes now
Stick to your guns and let him through

Everybody's coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks to at least just give us a clue

Ah, here it comes
I know it's someone I knew

Teen age riot in a public station
Going to fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you

Now I see it
I think I'll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it's not clear why you fade away

Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation for you
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rocking
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now

It better work out
I hope it works out my way

'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city head
It takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now

You better look it
We're going to shake it up to him
He acts the hero
We paint a zero on his hand

We know it's down
We know it's bound too loose
Everybody's sound is around it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose

So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather?
You're never going to stop all the teen age leather and booze

It's time to go round
A one man showdown, teach us how to fail
We're off the streets now
And back on the road on the riot trail