Standard (EADGBE)
I can listen to the records from my younger years
Pacify my bitter ears and revive the dead dinosaurs.
Me and Jamo rode two buses round for Rockpile
Sure to find a rarity and something to believe.
But I can't listen to them now without mourning a small town
and the mom and pops I loved
Once were missionary men
We age into obscurity with them
The Ramones are dead
You could judge a band by the cover flipping through the bins
Assured enough to take a spin
The art and lyrics big enough to see and read
Pull the record from its sleeve
Spear the cut hole, arm and seed
Plunge the needle, shaking like a drug fiend
Now relevant again somehow
Reanimated sacred cow
But it all seems different now
It's far too easy to find anything in demand
I'll say it once again
The Ramones are dead.