Ezra Furman What Can You Do But Rock 'n' Roll
You got no place you can go
You can't go out, you can't stay home
You got a little bit of soul
You got a little bit of soul
And everyone who talks to you
Is working toward some goal
What can you do but rock, rock 'n' roll
What can you do but rock, rock 'n' roll
You got a broken cell phone
You got some money but you're all alone
You're at the bottom of a hole
You're at the bottom of a hole
And the kind of sex you want
Is the kind they'd like to make illegal
What can you do but rock, rock 'n' roll
What can you do but rock 'n' roll
You register to vote, they make it impossible
What can you do but rock, rock 'n' roll
What can you do but rock 'n' roll
And I told you the first time
I've been having the worst time
City's broken and cold
City's broken and cold
It's just a hole in the wall
It's just a hole in the wall
There's nowhere else to go
F..ck the money they stole
F..ck the money they stole
We get by on no bankroll
We get by on no bankroll
But when you're playing canary
And they're selling the coal
What can you do but rock, rock 'n' roll
What can you do but rock, rock 'n' roll
Walking on the highway median
Hidden from the truckers' eyes
Bisexual blues got me begging to be recognized
My heart is on fire, does anyone know?
What can I do but rock, rock 'n' roll
What can I do but rock 'n' roll