I can listen to the records from my younger years
Pacify my bitter ears
And revive the dead dinosaurs
Me and Jamo rode two buses bound for Rockpile
Sure to find a rarity
And something to believe

But I can't listen to them now
Without mourning a small town
And the mom and pops I loved
Once a missionary man
I age into obscurity with them
The Ramones are dead

You could judge a band by a cover flipping thru the bins
Assured enough to take a spin
Pull the record from it's sleeve
Spear the cut hole, arm and speed
Plunge the needle, shaking like a drug fiend

But I can't listen to them now
Without mourning a small town
And the mom and pops I loved
Once a missionary man
I age into obscurity with them
The Ramones are dead

Now relevant again somehow
Reanimated sacred cow
But it all seems different now
It's far too easy to get anything in demand
I'll say it once again
The Ramones are dead