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You get the girls, I'll bring the boys,Turn down the lights, send in some noise,Send in some noise.Close the door, mix yourself a drinkI'll know what you mean when you say what you think,It feels real good with your feet high up in the airThrough states of despair,Put on your boots, get out of you head,Music is dead.Shave you head and cut right through the steelWhen you don't know what's realCut the conversation short if that's the way you feel,Put on your boots get out of you head,Music is deadThis ain't the sixties anymoreI put on my boots and I shave my headThis ain't the sixties anymoreYou'd think in all this time that we'd have grownNoSend in some noiseLetras de cancionesThis ain't the sixties anymoreThis ain't the sixties anymore(no)There's mum and dad on the dance floorYou'd think in all this time that we'd have grownNoIf you're still making records without your painthen you're still making records that sound the sameThis ain't the cities anymore From Letras Mania