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Just the other day I got a call from a friend "I heard what you been playin' and I think it's a sin Why can't you make a living like the rest of the boys Instead of fillin' your head with all that synthesized noise?" Jackals wait nearby, watching rock and roll die And no one dared to help it Vultures fill the sky I thought we was supposed ta, supposed ta be free But we all got sold It must be the Death of Rock and Roll The critics got together and they started a game You get your records for nothing and you call each other names Things got out of hand and somebody got sore Now we're all tuning up for the Rock and Roll War Time to take up sides, helping rock and roll die Pick up your check at the window No one left to cry I thought we was supposed ta, supposed ta be free But we all got sold It must be the Death of Rock and Roll Nobody paid, nobody played, nobody stayed Just my lonely guitar Nobody paid, nobody stayed, nobody played Just my lonely guitar From Letras Mania