<i>This is a song about the death of Danny Rapp
and that great gospel jest called rock and roll</i>
Some modern spirit
wounded and sober
Here's the hunger of a generation
and another ritual surrender
Another motel voice
Arizona 1983
saying "we must not hang our hats on a dream."
As long as we are lonely
we will dance
As long as we are dying
we want the death of rock and roll
In my hands
a hymn of dispossession
In my head
I'm hearing love songs:
I'm going to run my tongue over the body of the nation
I'm going to sing to all the dirty little engines
As long as we are lonely we will dance
As long as we are dying
we want the death or rock and roll
We don't want no confederates
We want deliverance
We don't want no saints
We want the death of rock and roll
This is the music of the minions
This sound is a terminal condition