Not Dead Yet

The music starts, the singer screams, there's feedback all to hell
I think I've played this gig before
I'm burning brain cells and there's ringing in my ears
Pretty soon the cops will shut us down

Impenetrable fog begins to fill the room
I guess the drugs are finally kicking in
The words confuse the audience like puzzled dogs
No one will dance until the drums kick in

We get a little older nearly every day
Losing hair and gaining weight
At least we have a good time unlike some other bands
We party hard and stay out late
Because we're not dead yet
We're not dead yet
We're not dead yet
We're not dead yet

We've got a CD that'll never sell
Our story is in papers that we can't read
Publicity is great but all our friends are sick of it
And the TV doesn't care how we sound

Even this song was ripped off from some other band
Maybe Green Day or the Ramones
Every day I wake up thanking God I'm not a dick
He's the guitarist in someone else's band
Because we're not dead yet
We're not dead yet
We're not dead yet
We're not dead yet

The Grateful Dead, are, and that's how we feel
And joke 'em if they can't take a fuck
Your Monty Python tapes are twenty-five years old
Your clever oblique reference is stale

There's nothing noble about getting old
But there's not much left you can do
So buy some t-shirts, condoms, and your own stick on tattoo
And sing along with me
Because we're not "not dead yet"
We're not "not dead yet"
We're not "not dead yet"
We're not "not dead yet"
We're not "not dead yet"
We're not "not dead yet"
We're not dead yet



Credits
Writer(s): Russ Haines, Steve Rubin
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