Killing Rock Yes, it’s just music. We don’t wanna change the world. But everybody who plays the guitar wants to say some words… Black Jesus fell on black days but he still jumps around. And the big man never stoned the crown Give him one hot minute or 5 minutes alone The Ace of spades makes a poker face Iron man last in line His back in black and he will be back Yeah here come to snuff the rooster And we are blind so we don’t wanna get up It’s one of those days when black hole sun doesn’t come Chorus: All this Rock It’s a killing Rock!
It’s easy like Sunday evening to be a rocker every breath you take. Every sweet leaf you smoke God hates us all and I’ve started a joke Master of puppets drank them all So walk this way the show must go on Hey, Perry Mason! I wish you were here Have a cigar? Just stop all this fever. My roots my bloody roots So let it be or let it bleed And Angie choked by a bad seed It’s not the best song in the world It’s just a debut you know And nothing else matters…