Если бы меня одной песней попросили объяснить что такое рок, я бы включил эту
Sweet child, in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes. You’d better bow your head And wait for the ricochet