He came up to the window, in the mist. As I seem him often before. But it was solid then, not a ghost. And it's eyes where fears. Like a mans when angry.
Hey you. The sole of rock and roll. was buried in a hole. Yeah you. Can't you hear the beat. Can't you feel the heat. Cardiac heart attack. Paint it black.
Standing all alone here, in a tavern full of ghosts. It's 3am, we're back again, here's my toast.... The first one, goes to rock n' roll, the fortune and the fame.
Standing all alone here, in a tavern full of ghosts. It's 3am, we're back again, here's my toast.... The first one, goes to rock n' roll, the fortune and the fame.