"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