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Rock Is Dead (Pt 4)

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Now when I got homeI heard my daddy sayYou wanna get a little peace, honeyAnd my skin turned cold.I heard my mommaThe old lady say she gettin too oldYou want a little peace?Do you want a little peace?Do you want a little soul?Do you want a little soul?Do you want a little soul?Do you want a little ho, huh, huh, hey.Yeah...Don't do it.Don't do it.Don't do it.Don't do it.She moves me, babe.Don't do it.She moves me, yeah.Don't do it.Don't do it.Don't do it.Don't do it.I could not help myself.I could not help myself.I could not help myself.I could not help myself.I could not help myself.I could not help myself.I could not help myself.I could not help myself.I could not help, help, help,I'm dyin'.I'm dyin'.I'm dyin'.I'm dyin'.I'm dyin'.I'm die, die, diga, diga, doo, dah.Whoo.Aww...Rock and rollRock and roll is dead.We had some good times,We had some fun.We had some good times,We had some fun.It's over.It's over.It's over, oh.Have mercy.Have mercy.Have mercy on your poor son.Rock and roll.We had some good times.We used to rock around outIt's all over.I feel so sad.The girls used to take their clothes offAnd expose themselves.And the music played on.And we had some good times.But they're gone.They're gone.They're gone.They're gone.They're gone.Now listen I'm not talkingAbout no revolution.I swear to you I'm not talkingAbout no constitution.I'm not talkingAbout no upside downsOr inside out.The only thing I'm gonna tell you aboutWe, we had some good timesWe had some good timesWe had a few good timesBut those good timesAll those good little timesYou know where they are?You know where they ended up?Well they're gone.They're absolutelyPositively under the groundAnd they're -Yeah I wanna talkAbout a little good times.Nothing special,Just wanna sing alongJust as long as I got breath.The death of rockIs the death of meAnd rock isDead!Well, we're dead!All right!Yeah...We used to talk about rock and roll.We used to talk about the twist and the stroll.We used to talk about everything butRock is dead, baby.Rock is dead.Rock is dead.All right.

 
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