ROCK N’ ROLL NO MORE

Get a job at the studio and wallow in the bar
Ain't no fuckin' freeload freak like you gon' be a star
Ace entrance exams and jam your head with rules
You could be on NPR if you had finished school

I'd rather be a wicked child 
Like Bowery, Byron, Oscar Wilde
A glitter queen of gutter lore
But nobody loves rock n' roll
Nobody loves rock n' roll
Nobody loves rock n' roll no more

Hang me with a Les Paul string an drown my flesh in ink
Ready your arrow as I float across the kitchen sink
Light me up and I'll slip through the drain a small Viking
Setting fire to all of my pipe dreams

I'd rather let my voice ring out 
Get high on that midnight crowd
How the stadium kids would roar
But nobody loves rock n' roll
Nobody loves rock n' roll
Nobody loves rock n' roll no more

Except me, I love a mean twelve string harmony
Not some auto-tune lobotomy
Culture can be saved if we let the golden age of art be creed
So c'mon, turn up your car stereo and sing along
Hear every lick, every lyric of this song
Let me play with your mechanics
Don't you panic, baby
Let me turn you on

Can you feel it? 
I can feel it
Can you feel it? 
I can feel it
Can you feel it? 
I can feel it
Can you feel it?