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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 
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…