Turn off the sound of silence Garfunkel just killed Simon My mouth just keeps on climbin' Up, up, up, up, up, and I'm in
Ok, our music's violent Explodes like dynamite and Light bulbs but no ideas Now your gunna see it
We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt We're the last of the Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
That's right we're comin' in Don't lose, we always win We'll tell it like it is EVERYBODY IS OUR BITCH!!
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We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt We're the last of the Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
(Various screams)
We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt We're the last of the Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers I'm a mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldier