Bob Seger - Revisionism Street Lyrics
Words and music by bob seger, craig frost, tim mitchellI saw them standing on a cornerBathed in ordinary lightThey turned away and started walkinAnd faded off into the nightSome years ago they were in fashionTonight they couldnt get a seatTheyve got themselves a brand new historyFrom revisionism streetWritten on revisionism streetThe years of sacrifice and struggleThe arc of stardoms natural courseThe inevitable declineThe wolves waiting at the doorLets dig up something really nastyLets get some clay around their feetNo ones memory is sacred round hereOn revisionism streetWell never be in the arenaHey, well never have to competeWell never write a classic novelAnd well never have to be discreet!Alfred hitch*****, isaac newtonElvis presley, captain blighTheyre heroic or patheticDepending on which book you buyCharles dickens, jackie gleasonBurn em all, turn up the heatIf theres no truth, use innuendoThis is revisionism streetLets find ourselves some old acquaintanceLets see what they have to saySome disgruntled ex-employeePresto! payday!A tree falls in the forestA million copies go to printSome parasitic little feederSits back and makes a mintSomewhere a babys softly sleepingLts innocence completeUnaware theyre workin late tonightOn revisionism street
