| Just the other day I got a call from a friend
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| I heard what you been playin' and I think it’s a sin
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| Why can’t you make a living like the rest of the boys
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| Instead of fillin' your head with all that synthesized noise?
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| Jackals wait nearby, watching rock and roll die
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| And no one dared to help it Vultures fill the sky
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| I thought we was supposed ta, supposed ta be free
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| But we all got sold
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| It must be the Death of Rock and Roll
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| The critics got together and they started a game
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| You get your records for nothing
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| and you call each other names
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| Things got out of hand and somebody got sore
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| Now we’re all tuning up for the Rock and Roll War
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| Time to take up sides, helping rock and roll die
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| Pick up your check at the window
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| No one left to cry
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| I thought we was supposed ta, supposed ta be free
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| But we all got sold
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| It must be the Death of Rock and Roll
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| Nobody paid, nobody played, nobody stayed
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| Just my lonely guitar
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| Nobody paid, nobody stayed, nobody played
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| Just my lonely guitar |