So was it mum or dad who made your ID jihad?
In this iconic age you're working off the page
So then we raise a fist, demonic narcissist
And if you get too old, you'll have to self- implode
We call you dangerous, moronic agelessness
And when it takes its toll, it's only rock and roll
So welcome to the dead club
Welcome to the dead club
You'd better bite down hard and do your la di da
'Cause when you sell despair that's all they really care
So make yourself exempt and treat us with contempt
Why are you in denial, you've run the golden mile
We call you dangerous, moronic agelessness
And when it takes its toll, it's only rock and roll
So welcome to the dead club
Welcome to the dead club
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
And ladies please don't dismay this rock cliche it seems is...
We call you dangerous, moronic agelessness
And 'when it takes its toll, it's only rock and roll
So welcome to the dead club
Welcome to the dead club