Letra de Infinite Cycle (The Scene's a Jigsaw Puzzle and the Pieces Don't Fit)

A bathroom stall is trashed A window pane is smashed An all ages venue lost Condemned to the past The crowd they dance And raise their fists Reciting angry lyrics As if they're pissed But it's just the punk rock game And they all know the script Of idle gossip, talking shit Waxing general and not specific But all their faux sincerity Results in much hilarity When they ebb and surge for clarity And try to justify the roles they poorly play