Getting The Band Back Together

Get me an agent, get me a gun
Oh, you remember radio when radio was fun
Find me a guitar, a boy that can drum
Oh, nobody respects the old
All the meat goes to the young

For anyone who can listen
For anyone with a clue
I'm climbing out of the river and, hey, I'm singing this song for you
For anyone who’s been missing a heart with a couple of tunes

Book all the big halls from Riga to Lund
Get me walls of burning lights to terrify the Sun
Pull in the covers, the press in a scrum
Let all the headlines read the same