The Ongoing Speculation into the Death of Rock and Roll - The Glorious Sons

Who needs Jesus, who needs Buddha?

We got sex and we got drugs

Yeah, we got it all

That trust fund kid with Lennon glasses thinks that he’s the chosen one

Yeah, look what we’ve done

There’s a ghost with bleach blonde hair who walks around with half a head

He’s a t-shirt now from '94

You all wanted him dead, who killed the rock and roller?

Who put a gun to his head, who killed the rock and roller?

He’s a t-shirt now but nothing more

Who needs war and who needs peace just get me on the TV screen

Yeah, tell me what to do

Small town girl on ecstasy, she’s raised by fashion magazines

Thinks the pain is cute

An angel kissed the president, her skirts still blowing in the wind

She’s a poster now from '62

You all wanted her dead, who killed the rock and roller?

Who put the pills in her bed, who killed the rock and roller?

She’s a poster now and nothing more

4 shots at the Tyson fight, sirens scream and flashing lights

He’s a martyr now, if he wasn’t before

You all wanted him dead, who killed the rock and roller?

Who put the gun to his head, who killed the rock and roller?

You all wanted him dead, who killed the rock and roller?

You put the gun to his head, who killed the rock and roller?

You killed the rock and roller