Lyrics

Remember studded belts and skinny jeans?
Remember colored hair and teenage dreams?
Converse
Warped tour
They meant everything to me
Before hot topic changed its audience
When first to last rode the wings of pestilence
Chalked up our losses to inexperience
Where we tried to be cute without the e
But that Newport living isn't free
Adulthood came and cut so deep
It didn't even bleed

God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene
Cause if the scene is dead
Then what does that make me

I guess we packed up the black parade
When we all got jobs and bills to pay
But my closet's still all black
I could never change
The summers spent at the rock show
The love we made I can't let go
Sneaking in through your bedroom window
Did she ever leave that town?
If I could only find you now
I wonder what you'd say if I came back around

God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene
Cause if the scene is dead
Then what does that make me

Maybe believers never die
Cause this doesn't feel like a goodbye
Don't want to spend our lives chasing cars
Until we're six feet under the stars

God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene (Oooh)
God save the scene
Cause if the scene is dead
Then what does that make me