God Killed Rock And Roll

Panic! At The Disco

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    They're lookin’ right you
    From the posters in your room
    They're the song that you sing
    When you don't believe a thing
    They’re the hope and the prayer
    When no one else is there

    A little dreamer in the glow of the receiver
    Every song he played was alright
    Blew out the speakers, dancin' in his sneakers
    Every move he made was alright
    Swingin' on a beam of light
    Catch a star before it dies (dies)
    What a perfect night to fly away

    Goodbye to Vegas, there was nothin' left to save us
    So we drove away, it's alright
    Jump in the sprinter, touring through the winter
    Every show we played was alright
    Singin' out our life on stage
    High enough to feel no pain (oh)
    What a perfect day to fly away

    Well, I don't really know what I know
    But I'll show you everything that I can show you tonight
    And I don’t know where we’re goin', but it’s goin' alright
    It's alright, it's alright

    Well, I don’t really know what I know
    But I'll show you everything that I can show you tonight
    And I don't know where we're goin', but it's goin' alright
    It's alright, it's alright
    It's alright, it's alright

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    God killed rock and roll
    God killed rock and roll
    No blood on the stage
    No Plant, no Paige
    Kiss 'em all goodbye

    God killed rock and roll
    God killed rock and roll
    No fist through the glass
    No backstage pass
    'Cause God killed rock
    God killed rock and roll

    (Ah-ah)
    (God killed rock)
    God killed rock and roll
    God killed rock and roll
    Your Buddy Holly glasses and your plastic casters
    Kiss 'em all goodbye

    God killed rock and roll
    God killed rock and roll
    Your leather slacks and your hi watt stacks
    'Cause God killed rock
    God killed rock and roll

    They're lookin' right you
    From the posters in your room
    They're the song that you sing
    When you don't believe a thing

    They're the hope, they're the prayer
    When no one else is there
    They rock your mom
    They rock your dad
    (God killed rock and roll)

    On the bus after the show
    Starin' down a lonely road
    Everybody needs a place to go

    Song details

    Composition: Russ Ballard, Brendon Urie, Jake Sinclair, Morgan Kibby, and Mike Viola

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