The Death of Pop

God is dead and so's the sexual revolution
The church and the family are dying institutions
The schools are filled with prayer for a failing constitution
And the penalty for silence is a moment of electrocution
You can tell me about the death of the farming family
Because I don't care about some stupid old crop
You can tell me about the death of the steel industry
But please don't tell me about the death of pop
Wear clean clothes and tie up all your laces
Eat to win but cover all your bases
You can bet that the tears will be stolen from their faces
When the talking head says the body contained traces
You can tell me about the death of the middle class
Everybody knows there's nothing between the bottom and the top
You can tell me about the death of Mama Cass
But please don't tell me about the death of pop
Death in Venice, death on the Nile
Death with dignity, death with a smile
Death of innocence, death of a salesman
Death in the afternoon, death of the whales, man
You can tell me about the death of the radical left
You can't call a coalition when you really need a cop
And I'm much to chic to be bereft
So please don't tell me about the death of pop