[Verse 1]
They’re making feminist fanzines in Bushwick right now
(There’s still a lot to say)
And performance art in the alleyways of Chinatown
(What’s a downtown artist anyway?)
They’re making art that blurs the line between "can" "would" "should" and "can’t"
(The dancers from the dance follow the bass)
And starting bands with broken amps and rusted old mic stands
(All the kids know this must be the place)

[Chorus]
They love it here and they’re not gonna go
It’s so expensive now that they have to get hardcore

[Verse 2]
They’re shutting down Fifth Avenue screaming “No more war!”
(There’s still a lot to say)
Instead of sitting round talking about how it used to be before
(Nostalgia’s so passé)
Clapping their hands so fucking fast and cutting each other’s hair
(Let your hands and feet follow the bass)
And making art that’s less crystal fucking clear and more full on dare
(All the kids know this must be the place)

[Chorus]
They love it here and they’re not gonna go
It’s so expensive now that they have to get hardcore

[Bridge]
From the train to the deli to the coffee shop
Past the beauty salon and the parking lot
Up the stairs by the bus near the hardware store
On the bench in the sun with their headphones on

[Chorus]
They love it here and they’re not gonna go
It’s so expensive now that they have to get hardcore

[Chorus]
They love it here and they’re not gonna go
It’s so expensive now that they have to go hardcore