These nervous faces: trouble at base.
I remember the skies, but not the exact place;
We'll gather once more and say "Hello, we met."
There is something fishy in that.
REFRAIN:
Rock-n-roll is dead, but I'm not yet.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I...
These who still love us look at our backs,
Rock-n-roll is dead, but I'm not yet.
From now on time will follow a straight line.
Step up, step aside: their world left behind.
I burned their lives like a newspapers stack,
The smeared asphalt is all that was left.
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Elbow to elbow, a brick in the wall;
We stood too proud, we paid triple the toll.
For those who have waited, for those who have marched,
For those who will never forgive us that...
Rock-n-roll is dead, but we are not yet.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we...
These who still love us look at our backs,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we...
REFRAIN