The Last DJ
Lyrics
Well, you can't turn him into a company man You can't turn him into a whore And the boys upstairs Just don't understand anymorefull lyrics...
Well, you can't turn him into a company man You can't turn him into a whore And the boys upstairs Just don't understand anymorefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentationfolk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
major key tonality
a distinctive male lead vocal
electric rhythm guitars
subtle use of fender rhodes
subtle use of acoustic piano
political lyrics
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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There goes the last human voice And says what he wants to say There goes the last human voice And he don't want to change 'Cause you just can't do what he did How much you'll pay for There goes the last DJ And says what he wants to say As we celebrate mediocrity Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey And there goes your freedom of choice And says what he wants to say Well, some folks say they're gonna hang him so high And he won't play what they say to play Well, he got him a station down in Mexico There goes the last DJ Well, the top brass don't like him Put in the mind of those kids All the boys upstairs want to see And remember how it was back then There goes the last human voice What don't need to change There's some things you just can't There goes the last DJ There goes the last DJ And I'll bust a move And there goes your freedom of choice Who plays what he wants to play And there goes the last DJ Who plays what he wants to play Just don't understand anymore Publisher: ADRIA K MUSIC Songwriter: Tom Petty And the boys upstairs There goes the last DJ What you used to get for free And sometimes it'll kinda come in Who plays what he wants to play Hey, hey, hey Talking so much You can't turn him into a whore And there goes your freedom of choice Well, you can't turn him into a company man


