RDA (Rock Death America)

Someone said we sounded like the Replacements
But we’d never be the Beatles or Byrds
Someone said we shoulda stayed in the basement
Instead of littering our noise on the Earth
But the dinosaurs are dying each day
They’re gonna wish they never got up to pray
'Cause I don’t need this, and I don’t need that
And I don’t need this, and I don’t need that
All my cousins live here fat off the land
I hear them lowing but I can’t understand
And in the line-up where their souls can be sold
They’ve never heard of this Canadian band
But the dinosaurs are dying each day
They’re gonna wish I never go up to play
«Hey Dave!» What?!
«So you say you think that you’ve got the answer?»
I can’t wait, gimme a break
I’m rabbit p-p-punching but the skin won’t break
I’m gonna get a van and drive it to Graceland
I’m gonna firebomb the crowd at the gates
I’m gonna watch it from the back of the mansion
I’m gonna dig him up and lie in his… grave
Rock! Death! America!
Someone said we sounded like the Replacements