[Verse 1] Thought you'd burned the whole thing down, Now you're back in the same old town. Same leather jacket, same old sneer, Selling yesterday by the year. The revolution missed the bus, Now it's charging eighty bucks. [Pre-Chorus] One more goodbye... One more paycheck... [Chorus] One last tour! One last song! Funny how it lasts so long. One last tour! One last ride! Till the next farewell is advertised. [Verse 2] VIP rebellion, front-row rage, Credit cards replace the stage. Corporate banners hide the cracks, Nostalgia always pays you back. Every anthem has a price, Every rebel's merchandise. [Spoken Interlude] "No... it's not for the money..." "We just felt the songs needed to be heard again." "The fans kept asking..." "It just happened naturally." "We're doing it for the next generation." "We've still got something important to say." "We're not chasing nostalgia..." "We're celebrating our legacy." "...and the premium VIP meet-and-greet package? That was totally the promoter's idea." "Honestly... we'd have done it for free..." "...well... almost." [Bridge] "We mean it this time!" "We're done forever!" "Limited reunion!" "Now or never!" See you next summer... Same damn poster. [Breakdown] Old songs! New shirts! Empty words! It still works! [Verse 3] The kids start bands in freezing rooms, Writing songs that shake the room. While legends polish ancient hits, Rehearsing every worn-out bit. Looking backwards fills the hall, Who's got the guts to risk it all? [Final Chorus] One last tour! One last lie! Keep on waving goodbye! One last tour! Same old score! See you on the "final" tour once more! [Outro] Dead ends... Sold out... Lights off... Cash out...
