Rock and Roll to Death

Thunder pounding my brains in A six-string rock and roll razor Nobody’s gonna save me The whole world drives me crazy I hate work, I hate school I got a case of the rock’s dead blues. Friday night l’ll be raging Midnight gonna be wasted Friday l’m raising Hell, l’m gonna be wasted Time to party, raise a glass Tell everybody to kiss my ass. Let me go, dead or rock, dead or rock Dead or rock, dead or rock It rock and roll dies I’ll take my last breath Rock and roll to death. Dead or rock, dead or rock, dead or rock Pass the bullets please, dead or rock Find me a grave, help me dig it It rock’s dead then bury me with it. Dead or rock, dead or rock, dead or rock Pass the bullets please, dead or rock To death do us part to my last breath? Gimme rock or gimme death.