Let The Wrinklies ROAR! Turn up amps, let old boys roll, A storm on the horizon and fire in the soul

Turn up the amps, let the old boys roll, There’s a storm on the horizon and fire in the soul, They’re talking ‘bout a Reset, they’re talking ‘bout time, Saying fifty is the number when you cross that line. They say, “Old timer, your memory’s done, Your body’s just a number, your living is run,” But we’ve danced through the decades, we’ve lived through the pain, And nobody’s taking our memories again. Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound? The old guard’s shaking but we’re still around! Hey! Hey! — Let the speakers explode, We ain’t ready yet for that compost road! They’ve got a chip for your memories, wired to your brain, A digital box to preserve what remains, Every kiss, every heartbreak, every highway ride, Stored in a circuit with nowhere to hide. Then down to the compost, where the old bodies go, Underneath the worms where the wild things grow, Turn us into dinner for the bugs underground, What a hell of a future they’ve got planned for this town! Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound? The old guard’s shaking but we’re still around! Hey! Hey! — Let the speakers explode, We ain’t ready yet for that compost road! They call it progress, they call it the plan, They call it efficiency for the modern man, But somewhere in the shadows, behind every door, You’ve gotta wonder who’s keeping the score. *The Few! The Few!* — that's the name they cry, While the rest of us shuffle beneath their sky, Just enough protein, just enough breath, Just enough living till there’s nothing left. But crank up the guitar, let the old records spin, We’ve got a lifetime of rebellion within, From Woodstock thunder to London town nights, We learned that freedom was worth every fight. So remember your memories, remember your name, Don’t let a machine decide your place in the game, For no silicon circuit, however divine, Can bottle the fire of a human mind. Hey! Hey! — We’re not fading away! We’ve got one more chorus and something to say! Hey! Hey! — Let the old engine roar, We’ve been here before and we’ll be here some more! So raise up your glasses, let the old speakers scream, We’re still chasing freedom, still living the dream, And if they come knocking with their grand new decree, We’ll shout back together:...... . “You don’t own me!” Copyright © Peter Moring  2026 Please Like, Share, Comment and Subscribe if you like these video's .. And Do Visit the Audio Playlist Here -    • The Secret Of Rosslyn Chapel - Rosslyn’s w...   .. Or; -    / @petemoring67   ... Cheers 😎 . #agenda2030 #thefew #protestsong #music #poetry #poem .