The Death Of Rock And Roll

Just the other day I got a call from a friend

"I heard what you been playin' and I think it's a sin

Why can't you make a living like the rest of the boys

Instead of fillin' your head with all that synthesized noise?"

Jackals wait nearby, watching rock and roll die

And no one dared to help it

Vultures fill the sky

I thought we was supposed ta, supposed ta be free

But we all got sold

It must be the Death of Rock and Roll

The critics got together and they started a game

You get your records for nothing

and you call each other names

Things got out of hand and somebody got sore

Now we're all tuning up for the Rock and Roll War

Time to take up sides, helping rock and roll die

Pick up your check at the window

No one left to cry

I thought we was supposed ta, supposed ta be free

But we all got sold

It must be the Death of Rock and Roll

Nobody paid, nobody played, nobody stayed

Just my lonely guitar

Nobody paid, nobody stayed, nobody played

Just my lonely guitar