The Last Guitar Hero

From the corporate parasites
Living off the blood of the creators
The player stands there all alone
Works his fingers to the bone
Everywhere he looks nothing but traitors
Whatever skill that you posses
The new machine makes you second best
Their working hard you know it’s true
To find an app to replace you
You’re the last guitar hero
With the tools of your trade
The last guitar hero
Genuine hand made
The last guitar hero
With your big old Marshall stack
Gone like a record store
And never coming back
Never coming back
They say that change is here to stay
Hell that’s what they said yesterday
But who can tell which way this wind is blowing
Were travelling past the speed of light
We’re nothing more than bits and bytes