Guitarmageddon

For us every thing's alright
dance on the ruins in the twilight
if the end is near,
we can spin the records we hold dear
and disregard all the red tape
you know it didn't matter in the first place
what side we're on,
as the vines of neglect climb upon
armageddon, thick and thin
these are the last songs of a generation
my soundtrack to the end
the blueprint's in the basement
but I don't think anyone will save it
for us every thing's alright
dance on the ruins in the twilight
if the end is near,
we can spin the records we hold dear
our motivation suddenly rings clear
armageddon, thick and tin
these are the last songs of a generation
my soundtrack to the end
this is the last time