They Dont Make em Like They Used To

They don’t make ‘em like they used to
These cookie cutter rock n roll stars
They don’t make ‘em like they used to
They’re smoking e-cigarettes, driving electric cars

They don’t shake it up like they used to
Got no cheap regrets with those scenes in dive bars
They just fake it for the who’s who
Lip sync junkie’s gonna steal a young heart


Who ya watching on your tv,
we’ll Im guessing’ his name ain’t Dwight
What they’re trying’ to sell to you and me,
well honey, it just don’t sound sound right

Ain’t nothin gonna last for ever,
But maybe it’ll turn out right
Remember what the walrus said man,
Whatever gets you through the night, alright


They don’t break ‘em in like they used to
Sex tape sugar well she’s true to her art
It’s in the comments on the boob tube
I think, I think, I think, I think I’m thinking too hard


They don’t make ‘em, they just take ‘em
I think, I think, I think, I think I’m thinking too hard
They don’t make ‘em, it’s god forsaken
I think, I think, I think, I think I’m thinking too hard
They don’t make ‘em, it’s god forsaken
I think, I think, I think, I think I’m thinking too hard
No they don’t make ‘em, no they just fake it
I think, I think, I think, I think I’m thinking too hard