Pleasure bitches bomb the prom
Time for a holiday in the slum
Arcane arcadia
We're stuck in 1951
From here to sunset boulevard
No one gives a f*ck
Your jaded dream of a DIY scene
Is nothing more than an empty club
Music is dead, anyone can me a star
Smile for the cameras and you'll go far
Stuck on repeat in the underground
Old songs are the latest sound
Obscene boys and girls
Carry the torch to the burial ground
Why sing when you can swallow?
Why create when you can borrow?
The time has come. The end's in sight
We don't die without a fight
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Dischord UK - Music Is Dead Lyrics
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Pleasure bitches bomb the prom
Time for a holiday in the slum
Arcane arcadia
We're stuck in 1951
From here to sunset boulevard
No one gives a f*ck
Your jaded dream of a DIY scene
Is nothing more than an empty club
Music is dead, anyone can me a star
Smile for the cameras and you'll go far
Stuck on repeat in the underground
Old songs are the latest sound
Obscene boys and girls
Carry the torch to the burial ground
Why sing when you can swallow?
Why create when you can borrow?
The time has come. The end's in sight
We don't die without a fight
Time for a holiday in the slum
Arcane arcadia
We're stuck in 1951
From here to sunset boulevard
No one gives a f*ck
Your jaded dream of a DIY scene
Is nothing more than an empty club
Music is dead, anyone can me a star
Smile for the cameras and you'll go far
Stuck on repeat in the underground
Old songs are the latest sound
Obscene boys and girls
Carry the torch to the burial ground
Why sing when you can swallow?
Why create when you can borrow?
The time has come. The end's in sight
We don't die without a fight
Writer: Chris Newton, David Swan, Zowie Swan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid