Down at the Astoria the scene was changing,
Bingo and rock were pushing out X-rating.
We were the first band to vomit in the bar,
And find the distance to the stage too far.
(Meanwhile it's getting late at ten o'clock )
Rock is dead they say--long live rock

Long live rock
I need it every night
Long live rock
Come on and join the line
Long live rock
Be it dead or alive.

People walk in sideways, pretending that they're leaving
We put on our makeup and work out all the lead-ins
Jack is in the alley, selling tickets made in Hong Kong .
Promoter's in the pay-box wondering where the band's gone
(Back in the pub, the guvnor stops the clock)
Rock is dead they say--long live rock

Long live rock, etc.

Landslide
Rocks-a-falling.
Falling down 'round our very heads
We tried,
But you were yawning
Look again--rock is dead.
Rock is dead. Rock is dead.

The place is really jumping to the Hi-Watt amps,
Till a twenty-inch cymbal fell and cut the lamps.
In the blackout they dance right into the aisle.
And as the doors fly open even the promoter smiles.
Someone takes his pants off and the rafters knock.
Rock is dead they say--long live rock.