Culture

See the girl with the red dress on

She can do it all night long

See the kid in the picture frame

Well he’s gone and don’t owe you a thing

Anymore

Does that feel sore

Can you be sure

About a single thing anymore?

Who do you look to when you're all on your own?

When all your heroes lost their microphones

And in the laundry list of things to perform

Did your appetite go lukewarm

You see

It’s not hope you need

But something else

Entirely

When in the course of inhuman events

When no analogy proves sufficient

Do you have the right supplies

Do you have enough blood in your eyes

For that

Would you try for that

Would you die for that

Would you lie for that

You got to do something with all that shame

And give your fear a proper human name

You heard the sirens, the cracking of bells

They even showed you them signing every shell

No illusions, no remorse

While they paint another face on the face of a corpse

Blood from the stone, a vacant soul

No culture

And no more Rock n’ Roll

No culture

And no more Rock n’ Roll