Saw you on the tube, looking bloated and diffused.
Now you never play your old songs.
Your new persona is a bonafide seller, but is it really any better than before?
Another lame excuse in a designer suit.
Up for the down beat with your synthesizer.
Down on the back beat, limit the equalizer.
Hey! Hey! O-Whoa. Audiac Arrest, Yes!
Fade Away... No!
You've lost your hold on quality control.
Now you never play your old songs.
I don't wanna hear it.
Those honey-coated lyrics about love & loss & life.
All dedicated to your wife.
Hey! Hey! O-Whoa. Audiac Arrest, Yes!
Fade Away... No!
Fade Away...
I've seen the place where swingers go to die.
Lined with lovers who've forgotten how to kiss...
suspended reminisce.
You can fade away and wait 'til it's all over,
but I'm gonna blow up like a...
Supernova!
Fade Away!
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