Tired tired Rock n Roll
you started as fraud
and youíll die without soul.
All your heroís are dead
you glorified that they died
turned their memories into posters 
and mystified their lives.

Tired tired rock n roll.
Unplugged and unshaved
a hand rose from the grave
playing without amps 
to establish integrity

But it sounded tired to me
as I watched on MTV 
and listened through 
my 5 inch speaker. 

Tired tired rock n roll.
Iím stick of your whingeing,
"The house PAís fucked
and the mixer ratshit 
and weíre only getting a buck off the door."
You never had a union
you undersold
a scabs paradise 
was rock and roll.

Tired tired rock n roll.
"Rock n Roll will never die"
Many times reborn and revised.

But itís terminal this time.
The cancerís got in 
Itís under your skin
You should have quit 
while you were ahead
Taken the package and fled 
A Fender Stratocaster still meant something in 1985. 
Now the best composers ignore you
and samplers will destroy you.
Drum machines are dig dig da digging da digging your grave. 

Tired tired rock n roll.
"Techno Sucks"
but only in feeble minds 
Fags have got their revenge
and weíll dance to your death
Subverting your meter 
and twisting your beat.
Rap moved in for the kill
And itís raging still
You no longer speak for 
the disaffected generation. 

Tired tired rock n roll.
What will happen to all those guitar pedals?
How many tremolo arms does it take to make a bicycle?
Will your speaker cabinets be turned into flower pots?
And for the next hundred years 
will we trip over cheap guitars 
every time we go into cash converters? 

Tired tired rock n roll.
Your empires are fading 
and youíll die without soul