What Can You Do but Rock 'n' Roll Songtext
von Ezra Furman

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 towards some goal
What can you do but rock, rock and roll?
What can you do but rock, rock and 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 and roll?
What can you do but rock and roll?

You registered to vote, they make it impossible
What can you do but rock, rock and roll?
What can you do but rock and 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

(Hi-aye-yai-yai!)
Fuck the money they stole
Fuck the money they stole
We get by on no bankroll
We get by on no bankroll
The way you′re playing canary and they're selling it whole
What can you do but rock, rock and roll?
What can you do but rock, rock and roll?

Walking on the highway median, hidden from the trucker's eyes
Bisexual blues got me begging to be recognized
My heart is on fire, does anyone know?
What can I do but rock, rock and roll?
What can I do but rock and roll?