AGING MUSICIAN

Run, run, run, run
 Run, run, run, run
 Run, run, fast as you can
 Run, run, fast as you can
 Run, run, fast as you can
 You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man
 Once upon a time I played electric guitar
 And they said I was a rock and roll star
 Now nobody calls me on the telephone
 So I sit and watch my TV all alone
 Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain
 They'd remember me like Kurt Cobain
 And the parasites on MTV
 Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me
 But I wouldn't be a hero I'd be dead
 Just a note beside a corpse that read
 If you like to pretend that you'll never get old
 You got what it takes to rock and roll
 Jagger - he was a poet
 None of this three chords and a hairdresser crap
 I just need a couple of players
 With a couple of really good players
 I could have a band again go back on the road
 C'mere boy
 Play real music, none of this computer crap
 Real music
 We could go big
 Whatever happened to music
 Now it's all about marketing and media coverage
 Goddamn MTV
 Everything was okay before MTV
 And gun control - like gun control's gonna stop anything
 A Trooper Mark III'll stop just about anything
 C'mere boy
 Schnauzer, where's Uzi?
 Is he outside?
 Nothing's right anymore not even TV
 Davy Crockett said it all
 If you're sure you're right then go ahead on
 Now nothing's right
 Goddamn MTV