The Last Guitar Hero

A-one, a-two, a-you know what to do The music plays for free tonight From the corporate parasites Living off the blood of the creators The player stands there all alone Shreds his fingers to the bone Everywhere he looks, nothing but traitors Whatever skill that you posses The new machine makes you second best They're working hard, you know it's true To find an app to replace you The last guitar hero With the tools of your trade The last guitar hero So genuine hand made The last guitar hero With your big old Marshall stack Gone like a record store And never coming back Hell, you ain't never coming back We heard that change is here to stay Hell, that's what they said yesterday But who can tell which way this wind is blowing Were traveling at the speed of light We're nothing more than bits and bytes Does anybody know where this thing's going? Is there a place for you and me? Beyond the lure of technology They're counting beans, you know it's true To steal that job away from you The last guitar hero With the tools of our trade The last guitar hero Angry and afraid The last guitar hero So cool and dressed in black Gone like a dinosaur And never coming back He ain't never coming back, no Huh, the last guitar hero Why should anybody care? He's the last guitar hero With pretty pop stars everywhere The last guitar hero With his beat-up Fender Strat Gone like a record store And never coming back The last guitar hero As good as you can get The last guitar hero Caught up in the net The last guitar hero Tell me, what else can you do? The last guitar hero Ooh, when they come for you --- The Last Guitar Hero - Dennis DeYoung and Tom Morello