Rockabilly Drift (on the Red Line) (2092)

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*[Snare only hits 2 and 4. No overdubs.]*
*[Spoken inner movie, mic crackles, someone spits a cigarette]*
Alright cats. You think you know rock and roll?
Wake up. It's 2092.
ONE TWO THREE FOUR

### Verse 1
Well I drove my hover Ford across the moon dust belt
One headlight working, ain't got no seatbelt
Radio busted, only plays one song
Some dead guy from 1956 been gone real long
Diner out on the ridge with the neon hum
Robot waitress, she don't chew no gum
Just stares at me with them laser eyes
Says buddy you weren't born when all the good ones died

### Pre-Chorus
Ain't no dance halls, ain't no show
All the other cats went home a hundred years ago
But the bass drum hits just exactly the same
Way out here where nobody knows your name

### ✨ Chorus ✨
> Whole band yells this part
OH WELL IT'S ROCKABILLY STILL KICKS
AIN'T NOBODY HERE GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART
ALL THE STARS ARE BURNING REAL LOW
WE STILL GOT THE BEAT EVEN WHEN THE WORLD BLEW UP
YEAH ROCKABILLY STILL KICKS
CAN'T KILL A RHYTHM, CAN'T STOP A GUITAR
THEY INVENTED EVERYTHING
THEY FORGOT HOW TO SWING

### Verse 2
Well my girl got her upgrade last Tuesday night
Said old firmware didn't treat her right
She runs ten thousand calculations a second, man
But she still can't dance right worth a damn
Leans up close, says baby what is wrong?
I say honey they erased all the wrong songs
They fixed all the noise, they cleaned all the grit
And that was the only part that was ever worth it

### Bridge
> *[Guitar cuts out completely. Only slap bass. Singer quiet now]*
Well they built teleporters. They cured all disease.
They stopped every war. Got rid of all the thieves.
You can have absolutely anything you could want.
Except one thing.
And nobody even remembers what it was.

*[GUITAR EXPLODES BACK IN. DISTORTED.]*

ONE MORE TIME!

### [Chorus x2]

### Outro
*drums start to fade, singer mumbles into the mic like he already turned to walk away*
Yeah.
All them geniuses.
All them rockets.
All them computers.
And at the end of everything.
There's just some kid with a beat-up guitar.
Playing three chords.
Just like always.

*mic clicks dead*

2118/7500

*[Snare only hits 2 and 4. No overdubs.]* *[Spoken inner movie, mic crackles, someone spits a cigarette]* Alright cats. You think you know rock and roll? Wake up. It's 2092. ONE TWO THREE FOUR ### Verse 1 Well I drove my hover Ford across the moon dust belt One headlight working, ain't got no seatbelt Radio busted, only plays one song Some dead guy from 1956 been gone real long Diner out on the ridge with the neon hum Robot waitress, she don't chew no gum Just stares at me with them laser eyes Says buddy you weren't born when all the good ones died ### Pre-Chorus Ain't no dance halls, ain't no show All the other cats went home a hundred years ago But the bass drum hits just exactly the same Way out here where nobody knows your name ### ✨ Chorus ✨ > Whole band yells this part OH WELL IT'S ROCKABILLY STILL KICKS AIN'T NOBODY HERE GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART ALL THE STARS ARE BURNING REAL LOW WE STILL GOT THE BEAT EVEN WHEN THE WORLD BLEW UP YEAH ROCKABILLY STILL KICKS CAN'T KILL A RHYTHM, CAN'T STOP A GUITAR THEY INVENTED EVERYTHING THEY FORGOT HOW TO SWING ### Verse 2 Well my girl got her upgrade last Tuesday night Said old firmware didn't treat her right She runs ten thousand calculations a second, man But she still can't dance right worth a damn Leans up close, says baby what is wrong? I say honey they erased all the wrong songs They fixed all the noise, they cleaned all the grit And that was the only part that was ever worth it ### Bridge > *[Guitar cuts out completely. Only slap bass. Singer quiet now]* Well they built teleporters. They cured all disease. They stopped every war. Got rid of all the thieves. You can have absolutely anything you could want. Except one thing. And nobody even remembers what it was. *[GUITAR EXPLODES BACK IN. DISTORTED.]* ONE MORE TIME! ### [Chorus x2] ### Outro *drums start to fade, singer mumbles into the mic like he already turned to walk away* Yeah. All them geniuses. All them rockets. All them computers. And at the end of everything. There's just some kid with a beat-up guitar. Playing three chords. Just like always. *mic clicks dead*

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