Lyrics
The glory days are gone, cause we still love our sex and drugs
They re tired of rock and roll, the glory days are gone, they re tired of rock and roll
Baby i ain t gonna lie, the kids are disco-dancing
no one s ever done before
Some ghost strumming his guitar on the radio, internet killed the video star
That rock and roll is dead, they re tired of rock and roll
We can t rewind now we ve gone too far, just like the good ol days
the kids are disco-dancing
It will dig itself back up again, don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul Killed, they re tired of rock and roll
don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul
Internet killed the video star, they think they ve heard it all, don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul
We can t rewind now we ve gone too far, that drum machine ain t got no soul
They think they ve heard it all, they re tired of rock and roll, they re tired of rock and roll
But everything s okay, they re tired of rock and roll
Don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul, the kids are disco dancing
They re tired of rock and roll, they re tired of rock and roll
we can t rewind now we ve gone too far
they re tired of rock and roll
Some ghost strumming his guitar on the radio, they re tired of rock and roll Internet, don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul
The kids are disco-dancing, they re tired of rock and roll
The glory days are gone, they re tired of rock and roll Killed, they re tired of rock and roll
They re tired of rock and roll, they re tired of rock and roll
They re tired of rock and roll, don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul, they re tired of rock and roll
Tune in the signal but it s fading, don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul
I m a horrible dancer i ain t gonna lie, did you hear what they said, the kids are disco-dancing
the kids are disco-dancing
don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul
They trade those guitars in for drum machines and disco balls, don t even bother telling them that drum machine ain t got no soul
