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Al Jourgensen - 70s Rock Must Die Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was cruising in a car
Down Melrose Boulevard
When I stopped all the traffic
I was laughing so hard
Standing on the corner
Was this rock 'n roll dude
In leather pants thinking he was so cool
He had the jacket
He had the shades
Farrah Fawcett hair
Or was that a wig?
Face like a turtle
Trying in vain to look stoned
You could tell he'd been practicing
In the mirror at home
He'd probably been posing like that all day
Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees in the shade

[Chorus]
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Whoo, yeah

[Verse 2]
Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
Country rock making us all sick
While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
Being a teen back then
Man, it was a drag
Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
You think we live in pretty desperate times
When people wanna go back to 1975
My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it from the rear
Burn, baby!

[Chorus]
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Ooh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
We may not have talent but we sure got attitude
Suck my ego, pay to play
Got nothing more to say
As we sell you a stairway to boredom

Uh!
Put your hands together!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hey!

[Verse 3]
Look around at the hip people
Set in their ways
Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
Young old farts playing fossil rock
Pistols reunions pass for rebellion
Radio and TV getting so damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
Underground's becoming an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to '77
Give me a break, man
[Chorus]
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die
Well come on, well come on
70's rock must die