The Last Guitar Hero - Dennis De Young, Tom Morello

From the corporate parasites

Living off the blood of the creators

The player stands there all alone

Works his fingers to the bone

Everywhere he looks nothing but traitors

Whatever skill that you posses

The new machine makes you second best

Their working hard you know it’s true

To find an app to replace you

You’re the last guitar hero

With the tools of your trade

The last guitar hero

Genuine hand made

The last guitar hero

With your big old Marshall stack

Gone like a record store

And never coming back

Never coming back

They say that change is here to stay

Hell that’s what they said yesterday

But who can tell which way this wind is blowing

Were travelling past the speed of light

We’re nothing more than bits and bytes