You get the girls, I'll bring the boys,
Turn down the lights, send in some noise,
Send in some noise.
Close the door, mix yourself a drink
I'll know what you mean when you say what you think,
It feels real good with your feet high up in the air
Through states of despair,
Put on your boots, get out of you head,
Music is dead.
Shave you head and cut right through the steel
When you don't know what's real
Cut the conversation short if that's the way you feel,
Put on your boots get out of you head,
Music is dead
This ain't the sixties anymore
I put on my boots and I shave my head
This ain't the sixties anymore
You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown
No
Send in some noise
This ain't the sixties anymore
This ain't the sixties anymore
(--no--)
There's mum and dad on the dance floor
You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown
No
If you're still making records without your pain
then you're still making records that sound the same
This ain't the cities anymore
