Song parody of
Rock Is Dead
by Rivet Gun
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Ghost of Keith grins and sways
Mick struts and frets his age
Glimmer twins' shimmer clings
Mister D dancing on strings
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead
Beat poet and a troubadour
Blues harp and a Guild guitar
Sings about waiting for a lover
Another then a Dylan cover
Folk and beat poets are deader
Folk is dead
Jet black hair, mascara
Hides a pretty vacant stare
Bent strings crying mettle
Kicking on a wah-wah pedal
Metal is dead, metal is dead
Wah-wah dead
Wrecking crew and vacuum tubes
Sir George, Phil Spector, who?
Wall of sound, what's that don't care
Encoded incarnated in software
Turn it down Gen-Z frowned
Click, done, going going gone
Mister DJ say get out the way
Rock is dead
Grateful Dead, vintage head
Spring-loaded and silver coated
Stretched, wound round again
Well-worn path to tread
Dead cover bands, not dead
Not dead yet
Bad-ass bitch wearing a chip
Cigarette burning into it
Hissing, prickling, gain cranked
Pitch trapped in a reverb tank
Do I look, dead to you?
Do I look fucking dead?
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead
Ghost of Keith grins and sways
Mick struts and frets his age
Glimmer twins' shimmer clings
Mister D dancing on strings
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead
Beat poet and a troubadour
Blues harp and a Guild guitar
Sings about waiting for a lover
Another then a Dylan cover
Folk and beat poets are deader
Folk is dead
Jet black hair, mascara
Hides a pretty vacant stare
Bent strings crying mettle
Kicking on a wah-wah pedal
Metal is dead, metal is dead
Wah-wah dead
Wrecking crew and vacuum tubes
Sir George, Phil Spector, who?
Wall of sound, what's that don't care
Encoded incarnated in software
Turn it down Gen-Z frowned
Click, done, going going gone
Mister DJ say get out the way
Rock is dead
Grateful Dead, vintage head
Spring-loaded and silver coated
Stretched, wound round again
Well-worn path to tread
Dead cover bands, not dead
Not dead yet
Bad-ass bitch wearing a chip
Cigarette burning into it
Hissing, prickling, gain cranked
Pitch trapped in a reverb tank
Do I look, dead to you?
Do I look fucking dead?
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead