This is a song about the d**h of Danny Rapp And that great gospel jest called rock and roll: Some modern spirit Wounded and sober Here's the hunger of a generation And another ritual surrender Another motel voice Arizone 1983 Saying "We must not hang our hats Upon a dream" As long as we are lonely We will dance As long as we are dying We want the d**h of rock and roll In my hands A hymn of dispossession In my head I'm hearing love songs I'm going to run my tongue Over the body of the nation I'm going to sing sing sing To all the dirty little engines As long as we are lonely We will dance As long as we are dying We want the d**h of rock and roll We don't want no confederates We want deliverance We don't want no saints We want the d**h of rock and roll This is the music of the minions This sound is a terminal condition