Drive-By Truckers - Self destructive zones

^GIt was 1990 give or ^Dtake I don't remember when the ^Cnews of revolution hit the ^Gair The ^Ggirls hadn't even started t^Daking down our posters when the ^Cboys started cutting off their ^Ghair The ^Dradio stations all ^Amdecided angst was finally old ^Cenough it ought to have a proper ^Ghome ^GDead fat or rich nobody’^Ds left to bitch about the ^Cgoings' on in self destructive ^Gzones

^GThe night the practice room caught ^Dfire there were rumors of a ^Cdragon headed straight for Muscle ^GShoals ^G"Stoner tries to sav^De an amplifier" and it's like the dragon's ^Cside of the story is never ^Gtold When the ^Ddream and the man and the g^Amirls hang around long ^Cenough to make you think it's coming ^Gtrue, ^Git's easier to let it all d^Die a fairy tale, than a^Cdmit that something bigger is passing t^Ghrough

^GThe hippies rode a wave putting s^Dmiles on faces, that the d^Cevil wouldn’t even put ^Ga shoe ^GCaught between a generation d^Dying from its habits, and ^Canother thinking rock and roll was ^Gnew Till the ^Dpawn shops were packed like a b^Amackstage party, hanging ^Cfull of pointy ugly cheap g^Guitars And the ^Gyoung'uns all turned to k^Daraoke, hanging all their ^Cwishes upon disregarded ^Gstars

^GMy Grandaddy's shotgun is l^Docked in a closet and it ^Cnever shot a thing that could have ^Glived An old ma^Gn decided that you c^Douldn't choose your poison till you're ^Cnearly old enough to vote for ^Ghim They t^Durned what was into s^Amomething so disgusting even w^Cild dogs would disregard the ^Gbones Dead ^Gfat or rich nobody?^D??s left to bitch about the g^Coings' on in self destructive z^Gones