Try and breathe some life into a letter
Losing hope, never be together
My courage is at it’s peak
You know what I mean

How do say you’re okay to
An answering machine?
How do you say good night to
An answering machine?

Big town’s got its losers
Small town’s got its vices
A handful of friends
One needs a match, one needs some ice

Call-waiting phone in another time zone
How do you say I miss you to
An answering machine?
How do say good night to
An answering machine?

Try and free a slave of ignorance
Try and teach a whore about romance

How do you say I miss you to
An answering machine?
How do you say good night to
An answering machine?
How do you say I’m lonely to
An answering machine?
The message is very plain
Oh, I hate your answering machine
I hate your answering machine
I hate your answering machine
I hate your answering machine

Man, I don’t know if it’s the lyrics or the way the song is played or a mix. I just don’t know. This song is the 80s to me.

And the 90s.

And so on.

If you can’t play rock and roll like this, just go home. Just go home, man! If you can’t be real then just stop talking.

Might as well throw this one in also.

The Replacements made me feel like I had something to say too, and had the right to say it. They weren’t really about protest songs in the conventional sense, but that’s what they did. It was like a big middle finger to… to anybody.