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 bound 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 a missionary man


I age into obscurity with them


The Ramones are dead
You could judge a band by a cover flipping thru the bins


Assured enough to take a spin

The art and lyrics big enough to see and read


Pull the record from it's sleeve


Spear the cut hole, arm and speed

Plunge the needle, shaking like a drug fiend

But I can't listen to them now

Without mourning a small town


And the mom and pops I loved


Once a missionary man

I age into obscurity with them


The Ramones are dead
Now relevant again somehow


Reanimated sacred cow


But it all seems different now

It's far too easy to get anything in demand


I'll say it once again


The Ramones are dead