Dismantling The Icon

You stand so high...
I can see you from miles and miles away
My thoughts are drowned out by the sounds of the words you say
And I know (I know) everything there is to know about you... (but not cuz I want to)
I'll hold a gun to the head of the kings of rock and roll
(Until they're all dead)
Another message on the microphone, on the golden microphone
Another message-less message on the microphone...
on the golden microphone
Cuz it's just another sucker on the microphone...
on the golden microphone
Go...
It's an all out war on our senses, but it makes no sense.
Just another gimmick with a pretty face...
but there's no place to hide
And I know (we know) everything there is to know about you...
but not cuz we want to. And I'll hold a gun to your head...
I?ll hold a gun to your head
(Until rock and roll is dead)
Dead...dead
Rock and roll is dead...
I'll paint my microphone gold
Rock and roll is dead...
I'll paint my microphone gold
Rock and roll is dead..