Every single word of their songs everyone knew by heart

And any which way they dress

Everyone, everyone wore the same



Same, same old story

The sounds have changed, but the words within the lines remain the same

Same, same old story

The looks have changed, but the words within the lines remain the same



(CHORUS)

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of the sweet years

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of rock n' roll



And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of the sweet years

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave



Twenty-five years later

Thousands of new songs will have been played, sang, and danced to

No matter what the style

It'll never, it'll never be the same



Same, same old story

The sounds have changed, but the words within the lines remain the same

Same, same old story

The looks have changed, but the words within the lines remain the same



(CHORUS)

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of the sweet years

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of rock n' roll



And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of the sweet years

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of rock n' roll



(Indecipherable gibberish)



Same, same, same old story

Same, same, same old story

Same, same, same old story

Same, same, same old story



(CHORUS)

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of the sweet years

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of rock n' roll



And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of the sweet years

And we are dancing on the grave

Dancing on the grave of rock n' roll



						     



						     Thanks to The Proud Canadian