They say Rocky sold his soul Well he dipped his balls in rock and roll He dove head first into the deep Live for the moment wild and free
Carry on dance too close To the fire not the phone Radio silence don't call Cause nobody's home When you live life for the lust Sometimes you get cuts to the bone But sometimes you get keys to the throne
Oh the neon lights are on parade Tomorrow swerves into yesterday No end in sight there's no last call Just pills and pipes and alcohol
Carry on dance too close To the fire not the phone Radio silence don't call Cause nobody's home When you live life to the lust Sometimes you get cuts to the bone Sometimes you get Keys to the throne
Sometimes you've got One foot in the grave It reaches up and takes a hold Masters quickly turn to slaves Souls are bought souls are sold
Rocky creeps the streets unknown No name no face just a ghost alone The fix is in no longer free There's no bringing Rocky back to me
Now he's got two feet in the grave He dug himself too deep a hole No dragons left to slay Devil squeezed out all the hope Only one God to obey Reaches down and takes a hold Now he can't get away
Now he's lost all control Masters quickly turn to slaves Streets run black and take him whole Where souls are bought souls are sold
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) (ASCAP)Editores: Ruminating Music (ASCAP), The White Buffalo International (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #18089266 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM