Lyrics
[Intro]
(Static crackle, dial-up modem sound fading in)
Suburbia hums, a neon glow,
MTV buzzin', way to go.
Grunge is king, a flannel dream,
Smells like teen spirit, it would seem.
A dial-up world, so slow and vast,
[Verse1]
Driving down Main Street, windows down low,
Smell of asphalt, where do we go?
Gas was cheaper, life felt free,
Before the internet controlled you and me.
Payphones ringing, a quarter in hand,
Trying to reach someone, understand?
Blockbuster nights, a movie to choose,
Lost in the aisles, win or lose.
CD players skip, a scratched disc's plea,
[Pre-Chorus]
Waiting for that AIM message ping,
Hoping it's her, the joy it would bring.
AOL accounts, dial-up connection,
Trying to find that perfect connection.
The world is changing, right before our eyes,
[Chorus]
Nineteen-nineties, American dream,
Living it loud, it would seem.
Grunge and hip-hop, a cultural blend,
A generation rising, 'til the very end.
Before the screens, before the fame,
Just chasing dreams, in this crazy game.
[Verse2]
Mall arcades buzzing, lights flashing bright,
Street Fighter battles, all through the night.
Pogs and Tamagotchis, a childhood craze,
Lost in the moment, in a hazy maze.
Saturday morning cartoons galore,
Sugary cereal spilled on the floor.
Walkmans blasting, a portable beat,
Dancing in the streets, can't be beat.
[Chorus]
Nineteen-nineties, American dream,
Living it loud, it would seem.
Grunge and hip-hop, a cultural blend,
A generation rising, 'til the very end.
Before the screens, before the fame,
Just chasing dreams, in this crazy game.
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
Remember the feeling, the hope, the drive,
To make a difference, to truly thrive.
Before the worries, the debts, the strife,
Just simple moments, a simpler life.
A simpler time, a bygone age,
[Chorus]
Nineteen-nineties, American dream,
Living it loud, it would seem.
Grunge and hip-hop, a cultural blend,
A generation rising, 'til the very end.
Before the screens, before the fame,
Just chasing dreams, in this crazy game.
[Outro]
(Dial-up modem sound fading in again)
The dial-up fades, a memory clear,
Nineteen-nineties, we held it so dear.
A time of change, a youthful fire,
Burning bright, taking us higher.
(Static fades out)
