They hung around the toughest kids in the toughest towns.
The 352 was all they knew,
And they knew it well.
The did some,
And did some,
And did some more.
And in the end, you know, they called it hardcore.
I'm leaving the scene today.
I'm leaving the scene and walking away.
I'm holding my head up high.
I'm leaving the scene and saying goodbye.
I'm not a hardcore hater.
I'm not a trendy man.
I'm not a hardcore hater.
I'm not a hardcore fan.
They got some tats.
They cranked their amps,
And learned three chords.
Just add some kicks,
And metal licks and then you're 'core.
They went on tour.
They talked some trash.
They made some flow,
Then lost it all with calls to 1-900-IM-TUFF-YO
I'm leaving the scene today.
I'm leaving the scene and walking away.
I'm holding my head up high.
I'm leaving the scene and saying goodbye.