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Once, in a corridor in Memphis, Was a singer took a breath And wrote the birth of the teenager Now we come to write his death We've learned a lot of bitter lessons Seen the way ideals age Seen the lies and seen the boredom Seen the coming final page This is the last significant statement To be made in rock and roll Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies Religions and the soul This is the last significant statement To be made in rock and roll Everything that follows is a footnote That we can turn to when we are... ...Old, My love. Goodnight my love We are old, my love Goodnight my love. The fanzine writers write for broadsheets The poor men found their daughters wealthy Rebellion shores up the market SongtexteRebellion keeps the nation healthy This thing I loved, this thing I worshipped This cruel, deceptive, vicious thing. I shall leave you to die where you lie I shall forget my dying king This is the last significant statement To be made in rock and roll Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies Religions and the soul This is the last significant statement To be made in rock and roll Everything that follows is a footnote That we can turn to when we are... ...Old, My love. Goodnight my love We are old, my love Goodnight my love. So old, my love So old, my love Baby love, my baby love I cherish you, my love. Aus Songtexte Mania