TIME MACHINE

(Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in)
(Verse 1)
Got a crummy job, got a crummy car
Life’s a total drag, wanna go somewhere far
This future’s a joke, all digital and screens
Where’s the grit and grime, where’s the ripped up jeans?
(Chorus)
Gimme a time machine, take me back, take me back
To a busted beat-up tape deck and a scratched up track
Spit me out in ’93, I don’t care about the risk
A flannel shirt and a mosh pit, that’s the only thing I miss!
(Verse 2)
Sick of this noise, this sterile, shiny sound
The underground is gone, there’s nothing left around
No basement shows, no flyers stapled high
Just algorithms and hashtags, living a digital lie
(Chorus)
Gimme a time machine, take me back, take me back
To a busted beat-up tape deck and a scratched up track
Spit me out in ’93, I don’t care about the risk
A flannel shirt and a mosh pit, that’s the only thing I miss!
(Bridge)
They say “progress” is a blessing, but it just feels like a curse
Every single day it’s just getting worse and worse
So fire up the flux capacitor, let’s get out of this place
Gonna find my tribe again, gonna put a smile on my face!
(Guitar solo – fast, noisy, and melodic)
(Outro)
To the 90s! (Yeah!)
To the 90s! (Right now!)
Take me back!
To the 90s! (Whoa-oh-oh-oh!)
(Sudden, jarring halt of music)