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I can listen to the records from my younger years

Pacify my bitter ears and revive the dead dinosaurs.

Me and Jamo rode two buses round for Rockpile

Sure to find a rarity and something to believe.

But I can't listen to them now without mourning a small town

and the mom and pops I loved

Once were missionary men

We age into obscurity with them

The Ramones are dead

You could judge a band by the cover flipping through the bins

Assured enough to take a spin

The art and lyrics big enough to see and read

Pull the record from its sleeve

Spear the cut hole, arm and seed

Plunge the needle, shaking like a drug fiend

Now relevant again somehow

Reanimated sacred cow

But it all seems different now

It's far too easy to find anything in demand

I'll say it once again

The Ramones are dead.