License for Youth...

We gathered tonight in the old school hall,
Dusting the memories off the wall.
Grey in our hair, but the spark’s still there,
We wanted to dance like we didn't care.
I pulled out the mixtape, I found the right track,
To bring the sweet 1991 back.

But the speakers went dead, the screen turned to grey,
A digital voice came to steal it away.
It said: "Access denied, the contract is done,
You can't play the songs from when you were young.
The labels won't clear the nights that you missed,
The teenage romance is removed from the list."

We are standing in silence, the rhythm is gone,
Replaced by a cheap, synthetic generic song.
Yeah, we still have the faces, we still have the truth,
But nobody paid for the license for youth.

So hum it by memory...
Sing it out loud...
(Sing it out loud...)
They can't mute the ghosts
In this quiet crowd.
(In this quiet crowd)

Remember when Dylan and Brenda were high?
Under the Beverly Hills summer sky?
The Rave-Ups were playing, the guitars were loud,
We felt so immortal, so independent and proud.
Now lawyers in suits took the soundtrack apart,
And muted the beat of a teenager's heart.

We are standing in silence, the rhythm is gone,
Replaced by a cheap, synthetic generic song.
Yeah, we still have the faces, we still have the truth,
But nobody paid for the license for youth

Oh, the license for youth has expired today,
They cut out the music and faded to grey

So hum it by memory...
Sing it out loud...
(Sing it out loud...)
They can't mute the ghosts
In this quiet crowd.
(In this quiet crowd)