classicrockneverdies

Say, “You don’t know me or recognize my face”
Say, “You don’t care who goes to that kind of place”
Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night

Marconi plays the Mamba, listen to the radio, don’t you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares they’re always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page

Marconi plays the Mamba, listen to the radio, don’t you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

It’s just another Sunday, in a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost the beat

Who counts the money, underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball in two rock guitars
Don’t tell us you need us, ‘cos we’re the ship of fools
Looking for America coming through your schools

Don’t you remember
(‘Member, ‘member)

Marconi plays the Mamba, listen to the radio, don’t you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

(We built, we built this city)
Built this city
(We built, we built this city)
(We built, we built this city)
Built this city
(We built, we built this city)

(We built, we built this city)
Built this city
(We built, we built this city)
(We built, we built this city)
Built this city
(We built, we built this city)

Building The Dream; Building The Alpha

Today really just turned out to be a very wonderful day for everyone. Everyone met at the intersection of community and capitalism; the building block of another gold tablet into the wall of the American Dream (eat your heart out Pink Floyd). Let’s cut right to the chase; the grand opening of the farmers’ market.

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