The Last Significant Statement to Be Made in Rock'n'Roll

Once, in a corridor in Memphis,

Was a singer took a breath

And wrote the birth of the teenager

Now we come to write his death

We've learned a lot of bitter lessons

Seen the way ideals age

Seen the lies and seen the boredom

Seen the coming final page



This is the last significant statement

To be made in rock and roll

Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies

Religions and the soul

This is the last significant statement

To be made in rock and roll

Everything that follows is a footnote

That we can turn to when we are...



...Old, My love.

Goodnight my love

We are old, my love

Goodnight my love.



The fanzine writers write for broadsheets

The poor men found their daughters wealthy

Rebellion shores up the market

Rebellion keeps the nation healthy

This thing I loved, this thing I worshipped

This cruel, deceptive, vicious thing.

I shall leave you to die where you lie

I shall forget my dying king



This is the last significant statement

To be made in rock and roll

Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies

Religions and the soul

This is the last significant statement

To be made in rock and roll

Everything that follows is a footnote

That we can turn to when we are...



...Old, My love.

Goodnight my love

We are old, my love

Goodnight my love.

So old, my love

So old, my love

Baby love, my baby love

I cherish you, my love.