Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop
It died an ugly death by back-catalogue
And now you know it gets you nowhere
And now you know, you realize
Oh no, pop is dead, it just gave up
We raised the dead but they won’t stand up
And radio thinks I’m an outlaw
And now you know you’re gonna die
He left this message for us
So what pop is dead, it’s no great loss
So many facelifts, his face flew off
The emperor, he has no clothes on
And his skin is peeling off
Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop,
We’ll find a line of coke to jack him up
Jack him up.
He left this message for us
He left this message for us
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