The pulsing beats with no rage and love.
Rock’n’roll is dead and the party is over
All this stuff won’t be enough.
Listen to the vinyl sure this sound gonna catch ya.
Fake poets sing honestly to me,
Fake singers sing honestly to you
"So never mind, sing along, it's just a current trend" they say.
And I, I feel like like I don't know,
I, I feel like-like I don't know
Where will the century of fake lead us after all?
So turn on the king's music, sit down and enjoy
Turn on the king's music, stand up and enjoy,
Let’s dive into the low-tech atmosphere,
Throw up your arms and sing along with me:
The pulsing beats with no rage and love.
Rock’n’roll is dead and the party is over.
All this stuff won’t be enough.
Listen to the vinyl sure sound gonna catch ya.
Voiceless girls - you're my idols tonight.
Voiceless boys - you're my idols, alright.
15 minutes’ fame - I'll put your monuments on the shelves to dust.
So keep doing what you're doing, babes.
Keep doing what you're doing, dudes.
I'll pour myself a drink and ask you about one last thing:
So turn on the king music, sit down and enjoy
Turn on the king music, stand up and enjoy,
Let’s dive into the low-tech atmosphere,
Throw up your arms and sing along with me:
The pulsing beats with no rage and love.
Rock’n’roll is dead and the party is over.
All this stuff won’t be enough.
Listen to the vinyl sure this sound gonna catch ya.