Youth Of America

Oh say can you see...

The American trio—The Melvins—take a decent swipe at an old anthemic classic by earlier punk sensations The Wipers. This ain't Memorex, Toto, but of course, we are talking about the 1981 guitar-driven purity of Youth of America.


[ Lyrics: Youth of America by The Wipers ]

Youth of America
Is living in the jungle
Fighting for survival
But there's no place to go

Youth of America
There's pressure all around
The walls are crumbling down
The walls are coming down on you

It is time we rectify this now
We got to see it now
Got to see it now, now, now

They attack you from the right side
Down the left side
Down the middle till you don't know who you are
Stay around, think it don't really matters
There trying to put you 6 feet under the ground

It is time we rectify this now
We got to feel this now
Got to feel now, now, now

It is time we rectify this now
We got to heal it now
Got to heal it now, now, now

Youth of America
Is living in the jungle
Fighting for survival
But there's no place to go
No place to go
No place to go

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer
Now there's no place left to go
Got to get off of this rot
Do you want to be born here again?
I don't want to be born here again
This just ain't no existence
Beware of those guys in disguese
We're living in the jungle fighting for survival
Can't wait much longer
Hurry
They'll attack you from the right side
Down the left side
Down the middle till you don't know who you are
Stay around, think it don't really matters
There trying to put you 6 feet under the ground

It is time we rectify this now
We got to hear it now
Got to hear it now, now, now

Youth of America
Youth of America
Youth, youth, youth, youth, youth

Youth of America
Youth of America
You, you, you, you, you

Burn

Burn by Dope from the definitive 2005 American Apathy CD. Like all of Dope's releases, there is a definitive cheese-factor here. The overuse of the "F" word is just one prime example. But, once you can get past that, there is an album here that is instantly enjoyable. A bit brainless, yes, but it works. Opening with a passage from the bible of Dubya, "I'm Back" aims to prove that Dope are far from dead.



[ Lyrics: Burn by Dope ]

We don't know what to believe
We only go by the t.v.
I don't know but I will fight
I won't let my brothers die

Stand up
Stand tall
All for one and one for all

Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking enemy
Burn burn burn the mother fuckers down
Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking enemy
Burn burn burn the mother fuckers to the ground

I cannot hide from your disease
The more you die the more I breathe
I won't go blind for your lies
I will not die, you will die

Stand up
Stand tall

Hit em now and we watch em fall

Burn burn burn mother fucker