Wagoneers

They're kicking at the gates
Screaming and punching air
I don't know what they want
And I don't know why
They even care

Rebuild the barricades
Hide all the nicotine
Break out the dynamite
And blow them all
To smithereens

Nice shoes
Cool hair
Who's on?
Who cares?

They ruin every scene
By shooting from the hip
They smother every seed
In all the latest shit
They wear the brightest wool
So that they can be scene
They wear the loudest stare
So that they can be herd