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The Doors

Genres: Rock

Rock Is Dead Lyrics - The Doors

Hi, you lady, alright, babe, gonna love ya 

 

When I was just a little boy, bout the age of five 

I went to sleep, I heard my mama and papa talking 

She said, "We got to stop that boy, hes gettin' too far out 

Hes goin wild, we gotta stop that child" 

 

And I lay there listening, feeling bad 

You know, people, I was feeling bad 

Mama didnt like the way I did my thing 

The old lady, she didnt get with that thing 

 

But my daddy was a sailor, get his head around 

And he said, "Boy, you got to do it, son, get yourself intact 

You gotta love, love, love, love, love, my baby tonight 

Let me tell you, baby, bout the death of rock 

 

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I used to be a boy in my home block 

Used to feel alone then I heard some news 

Bunch ocats got the rockin news 

You know I love my rock n roll people 

 

You know we got some fun 

We gonna rock tonight, yeah cmon 

Rock and roll is dead 

Rock and roll is dead 

 

Must be something else instead 

You got to lay right down and die, die, die, die yeah 

Its all over baby, thats it 

We gotta go, we had some good times 

But its gone, its all over 

 

I got a few things on my chest, I got to get em off 

Now listen, listen, listen, listen, listen 

Now I dont want to hear no talk about no revolution 

And I swear to God I dont want to hear 

 

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No talk about no constitution 

And in my frame of mind I am in no mood for 

No talk about no cremation 

The only thing Im interested in 

I wanna have a good time 

 

I dont wanna hear no talk about no riots 

No demonstrations, no cacitritions, no impablermations 

Theres only one thing I want to see 

Thats some dancin, were gonna have some fun 

Were gonna have a good time, lets roll 

 

O boogie, all night long, yeah 

Rocky little woman, be my pal 

Gonna be the fool, gotta deep-dap-doo 

You gotta love, love, love ya baby little lotta-gita-do 

Yeah cmon 

 

Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute 

Wait a minute, now listen here people 

Im talkin about the death of rock and roll 

And who killed it 

 

Im talkin about the blues 

Im talkin about the news 

Have you heard, have you heard 

Have you heard the word? 

 

Rock is dead 

Rock is dead 

 

Now I didnt want to be the one to lay it on ya sweetheart 

But I used to be a little fellow traveler 

I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, mama 

Then I realized, rock and roll is dying, baby 

 

I wanna see some fun 

I wanna see some hanging out 

I wanna see my people 

Non-political, arithmetical 

Transcendental, irathamadental 

Coolambindang bupalookanimbo 

 

Are you ready? Are you ready? 

Are you ready to sing the blues, my baby? 

 

Yeah, I like it real slow, I like it real bad 

I like to get myself together 

I love to hear you get undressed 

Naked woman, out of doors 

 

I dont care how loud you snore 

Sun goin down, way out on the sea 

Here she comes, little girl, gonna set me free 

Alright cmon, now one more time 

 

Yeah, tTrain aride, sixteen coaches long 

Train aride, sixteen coaches long 

Well, I got my baby 

Gonna get on the train and run, yeah 

 

Well, that big black train gonna get my baby 

Big black train, yeah, the big black train gonna get my love 

Gonna take her, gonna hug her, gonna, whoa 

Gonna love, love, love, love a dingo yeah, big black train 

 

Now when I got home, I heard my daddy say 

"You want a little piece? Do you want a little peace? 

Do you want a little soul? Do you want a little soul?" 

 

I could not help myself, I could not help myself 

I could not help, help, help 

Im dyin, Im dyin, Im dyin 

Im die, die, digadigadoohdah, whoa 

 

Its over, its over 

Have mercy, have mercy 

Have mercy on your poor son 

 

We had some good times 

We had a few good times 

But those good little times, you know where they are? 

Theyre absolutely, positively under the ground 

 

And as long as I got breath, the death of rock 

Is the death of me and rock is dead 

Well, were dead, alright, yeah 

Rock is dead 

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