You once claimed that Rock'n'roll was dead "Just like painting" Is what you said Why do anything When everything's been done? And still you're out here Soaking up the sun And you lead them Lead them to your door I rode my bike to Arnold Lane I stood and watched the sky turn pink My mind wandered like a Khufu ship Floating on the Nile I thought of all the plagiarists Heralded as seers Every generation's heroes Born of their elders' tears And we lead them Lead them to our doors Because we want them We want them at our doors We need them We need them at our doors