Death of a Popular Song

Death of a popular song going on, every day
The end of the narrative film, so you say
Let’s start a ridiculous trend, you and I, let’s pretend
We know what’s going on, going on, going on

They’re pouring into town just to see it all go down
They’re milling at the gate, hoping not to be too late
They’re filling up the street, people voting with their feet
Come to see it all go down, got to see it all go down

The end of a magical day, it’s okay, it’s okay
The start of a popular song pulls you in
If it’s the end of everything, make it good, make it good

They’re pouring into town just to see it all go down
They’re milling at the gate, hoping not to be too late
Filling up the street, people voting with their feet
Come to see it all go down, come to see the whole thing crashing down
Got to see it all go down

See bewildered children underneath the sky of steel
Watch the walking wounded far from sure of what they feel

They’re milling at the gate, hoping not to be too late
Filling up the street, people voting with their feet
Come to see it all go down, come to see the whole thing crashing down
Got to see it all go down

If it’s the end of everything, make it good, make it good...