Getting The Band Back Together

Get me an agent, get me a gun

Oh, you remember radio when radio was fun

Find me a guitar, a boy that can drum

Oh, nobody respects the old

All the meat goes to the young

For anyone who can listen

For anyone with a clue

I'm climbing out of the river and, hey, I'm singing this song for you

For anyone who’s been missing a heart with a couple of tunes

Book all the big halls from Riga to Lund

Get me walls of burning lights to terrify the Sun

Pull in the covers, the press in a scrum

Let all the headlines read the same