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.
I walk the streets alone. On feeble bones I ride. My sins are etched in stone. I got no place to hide. Well, I was unshakable. In what I did believe. I feel so breakable.