Exorcism Babe

Don’t take that tone of voice with me
Young man
Get yourself every Beatles LP today
Then compare them to The Band
With the heavy songs and tattoos
But no melody
They’ve got no melody
No melody
And I know for all my tears
I’ll write a song, I’ll have a band
And when I die, someone will care
I hope someone will care
I understand it’s a business
But the cash — who cares?
They play cock-rock, from the '70s
That trash, that trash
So let’s pretend you’ve got no guilt
Steal that tour, put us on the bill
Maybe you’ll lose some dough
Regret the whole deal, but at least
You’ll be acting real, acting real
You’ll be acting real
And I know for all my tears
I’ll write a song, I’ll have a band
And when I die, someone will care
I hope someone will care
And I know for all my tears
I’ll write a song, I’ll have a band
And when I die, someone will care
I hope someone will care
Everything I hear is a cliché
All the chord structures are done
But we can write new words
Such a pity about his songs
The music’s alright, but the words are all wrong
No one buys records anymore
No one loves music anymore
No one rocks harder anymore
And no one has style anymore
No one has style
No one has style anymore
And I know for all my tears
I’ll write a song, I’ll have a band
And when I die, someone will care
I hope someone will care
And I know for all my tears
I’ll write a song, I’ll have a band
And when I die, someone will care
I hope someone will care
And I know for all my tears
I’ll write a song, I’ll have a band
And when I die, someone will care
I hope someone will care
And when I die, I hope someone will care
And when I die, I hope someone will care