Let rock rest
Second coming is there, but it's not Jesus we can hear, but the corrupted sound of repeating being reborn.
Now I have a mission, now I will seize to forget who invented rock'n'roll again and brought it to me.
Let rock rest, let it sleep in it's grave
Let Rock rest, baby, it's dead.
Let rock rest it's not to be saved, and thank god for that don't you say.
The feelin' of decay, the ace of spades in delay.
Whatever happened to the pride of making money?
Let the ghost of guitars, come and haunt you, and by far, will I aid you with these words; a friendly advice.
Let rock rest, let it sleep in it's grave
Let Rock rest, baby, it's dead.
Let rock rest it's not to be saved, and thank god for that don't you say.
Highway to hell, Paranoid and Tommy mean nothing to us, mean nothing to us.
Exile On Main Street and Nevermind mean nothing to us, and that's what I say;
Let rock rest, let it sleep in it's grave
Let Rock rest, baby, it's dead.
Let rock rest it's not to be saved, and thank god for that don't you say.
x2
Everybody stop rocking!