I sang the songs, I danced at every single show.nThose warm receptions were the best I'd ever known.nBut somewhere along the line it all became contrived.nThe conversations in the street all said, that music's died.nnYeah, this place is dead man, there's nothing leftnBut a couple old fliers and a thousand empty headsnI played along and did the best I couldnBut it's not that easy.nSo stoke the fire and watch the smokenOur scene's become nothing but an inside joke.nAnd the worst part is that no one laughs anymorenWe're not unmotivated, no! We're all just bored.nnSo when I'm gone, just deliver this message for menI hope you're happy with your mediocre scene.nAnd when it all goes wrong, just remember this message for menI hope you're happy with your mediocre scene.nnThe truth is that it's all what you make of itnThere's no sense in just throwing the towel in.nSo you can talk about it all you wantnBut it's not that easy.nSee, everybody's got their own insecurities.nAnd this weight that's on my shoulders is killing me.nBut I'll be damned if I'm not staying positive –nI'm still singing loud.nnCHORUS!nnSo you can dance with us or just head right on home.nCause all these people, yeah they're the best I know.