So I felt like the biggest asshole (Felt like the biggest asshole) When I killed your rock ′n roll (Mow down the sexy people) Every time I look in your eyes Everyday I′m watching you die All the thoughts I see in you About how I So I felt like the biggest asshole (Felt like the biggest asshole) When I killed your rock ′n roll (Mow down the sexy people) Every time I look in your eyes Everyday I′m watching you die All the thoughts I see in you About how I Eat all the grass Eat all the grass that you want Accidents happen in the dark Eat all the grass that you want Accidents happen in the dark Eat all the grass that you want Accidents happen in the dark Eat all the grass that you want Accidents happen Every time I look in your eyes Everyday I′m watching you die All the thoughts I see in you About how I So I felt like the biggest asshole When I killed rock ′n roll And I felt like the biggest asshole When I kill rock ′n roll
I don’t care about my makeup I like it better with my jeans all ripped up Don’t know how to keep my mouth shut You say so what (what)
I don’ t care if I’m misfit I like it better than the hipster of all shit I am the mother f-cking princess You still love me
Some some how It’s a little different when I’m with you You know what I really am On the phone You know how it really goes Some some way We’ll be getting out of this Time one day You’re the only that I Want with me You know how the story goes
When it’s you and me We don’t need no one to tell us who to be We’ll keep turning up the radio Well it’s you and I Just put up a middle finger to the sky Let them know we’re still rock ‘n roll Rock ‘n roll Hey hey hey Rock ‘n roll Hey Hey Hey
Don’t get a bad attitude dude I’m never going to cover up that tattoo I might have a couple issues You say me too (yeah) Don’t care about a reputation Must be living in the wrong generation This is your invitation Let’s get wasted
Some some how It’s a little different when I’m with you You know what I really am On the phone You know how the story really goes
When it’s you and me We don’t need no one to tell us who to be We’ll keep turning up the radio Well it’s you and I Just put up a middle finger to the sky Let them know we’re still rock ‘n roll Rock ‘n roll Hey hey hey Rock ‘n roll Hey Hey Hey
When it’s you and me We don’t need no one to tell us who to be We’ll keep turning up the radio
Well it’s you and I Just put up a middle finger to the sky Let them know we’re still rock ‘n roll
When it’s you and me We don’t need no one to tell us who to be We’ll keep turning up the radio
Well it’s you and I Just put up a middle finger to the sky Let them know we’re still rock ‘n roll
There′s too much silence in her night She calls herself an angel, and she comes to town I said L-O-N-D-O-N Just so she can fall There′s something about the way she walks, you know It suits the city streets so well and yet No one′s heard her band yet, but they play real well
Oh yeah, here it comes baby, and there′s nothing to say Here it comes now, you don′t care anyway He sees your eyes, you′re just the rock′n′roll eyes Oh but it′s just lies, babe, it′s just the rock′n′roll lies
You′ve seen the man, he calls out for a drink, and you′re all You′re all tied up in your backstage lines And you, you just can′t move a muscle
Six in the morning and you rise and you fall, you got to You got to grab what you can Here comes your man, baby, he′s a winner, yeah He′s a gunslinger
Oh yeah, here it comes baby, and there′s nothing to say Here it comes now, you don′t care anyway He sees your eyes, you′re just the rock′n′roll eyes Oh but it′s just lies, babe, it′s just the rock′n′roll lies
Oh baby, when you say my name I get, such a thrill inside She says there′s something in the way that I look at her Yeah, I guess it′s right here in my eyes I can′t lie
And here it comes now, there′s nothing to say Here it comes now, you don′t care anyway You see those eyes, they′re just a rock′n′roll eyes Oh just like mine, babe, they′re just a rock′n′roll eyes Oh it′s just the lies, babe, it′s just the rock′n′roll lies Oh it′s just the lies, man, it′s just the rock′n′roll lies Oh...
Been alotta cheap talk but I rock still From the streets of Shanghai back to Knoxville Sittin′ high on a mountain top holdin′ shop spreadin′ the good news Been alotta false prophets and quick hits And a lot of unAmerican bullshit But the time has come to settle and the devil′s gonna make u choose
And just like a cold wind blowin′ can u feel me comin′ for u Just like a freight train rollin′ packed tight full of rhythm and blues
Testify It′s a Rock revival Don′t need a suit Ya don′t need a bible Get up and dance I′m gonna set you free yeah Testify It′s all sex, drugs, rock n roll A soul sensation that you can′t control And you can see I practice what I preach I′m your rock n roll Jesus Yes I am
Been alotta bling bling but it ain′t real And alotta new kings but I won′t kneel Sittin′ high on a mountain top, holdin′ shop singin′ the raw dog blues Like in old Mississippi′s dirty cotton fields Or in Detroit City′s unforgotten wheels It′s the same song spinning but the same song′s always been true
And I′m gonna take my roll cuz I ain′t got nothin′ to lose And I′m gonna save your soul if it′s really what you want me to do
The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. deaths head belt buckle --- yesterdays dreams --- the transport c
Rophet of doom. ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. now hes too old to rocknroll but hes too young to die. he once owned a harley davidson and a triumph bo
Lle. counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs and prays that he always will. but hes the last of the blue blood greaser boys all of his mates are doing time: married with three kids up by
Ing road sold their souls straight down the line. and some of them own little sports cars and meet at the tennis club dos. for drinks on a sunday --- work on monday. theyve thrown away their b
Uede shoes. now theyre too old to rocknroll and theyre too young to die. so the old rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. up on the a1 by scotch corner just like
Ed to be. and as he flies ---
Tears in his eyes --- his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. and he was too old to rocknroll but he was too young t
. no, youre never too old to rocknroll if youre too young to die.