I used to play that be-bop, lots of changes on the head
But Bird and Diz and Monk and Miles, hey man, they all be dead.
So then I took it way outside, I really was the cat,
but all the folks be sayin', "Boy, just what the hail is that?"
Can't stand to make a living playing wedding tunes and schmooze,
Ain't Nothin' Left That's Honest But The Blues.
Well rock is over thirty, you can't trust it anymore,
Old Mick is way past fifty, Paul is over 64,
All them dudes is granddads, near retirement, no doubt.
They've turned into the very thing they warned you all about.
For a hundred bucks a ticket, they want you to pay their dues,
Ain't Nothin' Left That's Honest But The Blues.
The truth is really relative, you can't believe your eyes,
they use their fake statistics just to prove their stinking lies.
Reality is virtual, the ozone got a hole.
They steal our children's future just to try to rape your soul.
There's babies killing babies wearing colors and tattoos,
Ain't Nothin' Left That's Honest But The Blues.