Music Is Dead

Pleasure bitches bomb the prom
Time for a holiday in the slum
Arcane arcadia
We're stuck in 1951

From here to sunset boulevard
No one gives a fuck
Your jaded dream of a DIY scene
Is nothing more than an empty club

Music is dead, anyone can me a star
Smile for the cameras and you'll go far

Stuck on repeat in the underground
Old songs are the latest sound
Obscene boys and girls
Carry the torch to the burial ground

Why sing when you can swallow?
Why create when you can borrow?
The time has come. The end's in sight
We don't die without a fight



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Newton
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