Where is Woody Guthrie, man, when we need him most?
I got strung out on these troubadours and stranded on some coast
And with a youthful glint still in my eye, I sat and watched my heroes die
Now our radios are useless, rest in pieces on the floor

Kiss, kiss these days goodbye
Wipe those tears off from our eyes
This is not an alibi, baby, this is who I am

Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh

This will be my battle cry
The thing for which I’ll fight and die
My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye
Goodbye

Since Dylan went electric, man, things just ain’t been the same
Now DJs are making records, could you please just be ashamed
Of your raping and your pillaging of this thing we love
Now I’m stuck down here on the killing floor and I need someone to shove

Kiss, kiss these days goodbye
Wipe those tears off from our eyes
This is not an alibi, baby, this is who I am

Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh

This will be my battle cry
The thing for which I’ll fight and die
My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye
Goodbye

This will be my battle cry
The thing for which I’ll fight and die
My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye
Goodbye

Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh


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