You were the razor edge poet From a punk lost generation Shaking off praise, so humble man You're relevant right now More so than you were yesterday
Your voice came charging through Was that changing of the guard We're under complete control You taught us all when we were young
And we play on in your trust A reluctant, poetic guttersnipe More than your memory carries on As the general's boombox still plays on As the general's boombox still plays on
You evolve with each new year You always push for change You stood your ground and kept it tight When Bernie got in your head Went on a walkabout and stayed true to yourself
And we play on in your trust A reluctant, poetic guttersnipe More than your memory carries on As the general's boombox still plays on As the general's boombox still plays on
I remember the cold December day I will never forget, I will never forget
You boot it, you boot it, you boot to full
Can hear that angry spirit In garages around the world From amplifiers, barrel fires, everywhere They sing it on, won't forget
And we play on in your trust We'll try to carry on the flame And if you listen close enough You can hear him in our songs
As the general's boombox still plays on As the general's boombox still plays on