Culture Lyrics by Greg Freeman
See the girl with the red dress on
She can do it all night long
See the kid in the picture frame
Well he’s gone and don’t owe you a thing
Anymore
Does that feel sore
Can you be sure
About a single thing anymore?
Who do you look to when you’re all on your own?
When all your heroes lost their microphones
And in the laundry list of things to perform
Did your appetite go lukewarm
You see
It’s not hope you need
But something else
Entirely
When in the course of inhuman events
When no analogy proves sufficient
Do you have the right supplies
Do you have enough blood in your eyes
For that
Would you try for that
Would you die for that
Would you lie for that
You got to do something with all that shame
And give your fear a proper human name
You heard the sirens, the cracking of bells
They even showed you them signing every shell
No illusions, no remorse
While they paint another face on the face of a corpse
Blood from the stone, a vacant soul
No culture
And no more Rock n’ Roll
No culture
And no more Rock n’ Roll
