Self Destructive Zones
Drive-By Truckers Lyrics


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It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
When the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough
It ought to have a proper home
Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
About the goings' on in self destructive zones

The night the practice room caught fire
There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
And it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
To make you think it's coming true,
It's easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
Than admit that something bigger is passing through

The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
And another thinking rock and roll was new
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,
Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars

My Grandaddys shotgun is locked in a closet
And it never shot a thing that could have lived
An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison
Till you're nearly old enough to vote for him
They turned what was into something so disgusting
Even wild dogs would disregard the bones




Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
About the goings on in self destructive zones

Overall Meaning

The Drive-By Truckers’ “Self Destructive Zones” is a song that explores the themes of rebellion, disillusionment, and the decline of rock and roll culture. The song is set in the late 1980s and early 1990s when the fervor of revolution was still palpable in the air. The opening lines describe how the news of revolution had hit the air, but instead of leading to change, it led to the boys cutting off their hair and the girls not even taking down their posters. The song centers around the idea that no one is left to fight against the self-destructive tendencies that have come to dominate rock and roll culture.


The song also touches on the decline of youth culture, as the hippie generation gives way to a newer generation that sees rock and roll as something new. The song talks about the pawn shops that are now packed with ugly, cheap guitars, and how the young newcomers are no longer trying to create something new but instead just trying to emulate their heroes. The song suggests that the music business has become a self-destructive zone, where the dreams and the people hang around long enough to make you think it’s coming true, but it is easier to let it all die as a fairy tale than admit that something bigger is passing through.


Overall, the song is a lament for the loss of creativity and the sense of possibility that once drove rock music. It suggests that the culture has become stagnant and self-destructive, and no one is left to fight against this trend.


Line by Line Meaning

It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
The year isn't important, but it was a time when revolution was in the air


When the news of revolution hit the air
There was a general sense of upheaval and change in the world


The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
The world was changing so fast that even the things in our own lives were becoming irrelevant


When the boys started cutting off their hair
People were abandoning the traditions and symbols of the past


The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough
The mainstream was starting to take notice of the music and culture of rebellion


It ought to have a proper home
This new sense of rebellion needed to be channeled and harnessed


Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
No one is left to complain about what's happening


About the goings' on in self destructive zones
The chaos and destruction are happening in our own backyards


The night the practice room caught fire
A pivotal moment in this era of rebellion and change


There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
There was an air of mystery, danger, and excitement surrounding this event


"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
The stories and legends that grew out of this moment, perhaps exaggerated or distorted


And it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told
We only hear one version of the story, even though there were many perspectives


When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
When a fantasy or ideal persists for too long, it can start to seem real


To make you think it's coming true,
We can convince ourselves that our dreams are becoming a reality


It's easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
It's easier to give up on our idealism and go back to the status quo


Than admit that something bigger is passing through
It's hard to accept that the world is changing in ways that we can't control or understand


The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
An earlier generation had its own culture of rebellion and idealism


That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe
Their movement was so innocent and optimistic that it seemed almost divine


Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
The generation after the hippies, caught between the optimism of the past and the darkness of the present


And another thinking rock and roll was new
The new generation was obsessed with music, but they didn't have any new ideas of their own


Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
Music had become a commodity, something to be bought and sold


Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
The instruments that had once been symbols of rebellion were now mass-produced and sold to anyone


And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,
Young people no longer wanted to create their own music, but instead imitated what they heard on the radio


Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars
Young people idolized musicians who were no longer relevant or even alive


My Grandaddys shotgun is locked in a closet
The old traditions and symbols of power are now hidden away and forgotten


And it never shot a thing that could have lived
The old ways of doing things were never really effective or successful


An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison
The older generation had imposed their own values and ideas on the younger generation


Till you're nearly old enough to vote for him
Young people were expected to follow the values of the older generation until they were old enough to participate in the political system


They turned what was into something so disgusting
The ideals and values of the past had been distorted and corrupted


Even wild dogs would disregard the bones
The symbols and artifacts of the past were now meaningless


Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
No one is left to complain about what's happening


About the goings on in self destructive zones
The chaos and destruction are happening in our own backyards




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Written by: JOHN MICHAEL COOLEY

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