You stand so high... I can see you from miles and miles away. My thoughts are drowned out by the sounds of the words you say. And I know (I know) everything there is to know about you... (but not cuz I want to.) I’ll hold a gun to the head of the kings of rock and roll. (Until they’re all dead.) Another message on the microphone, on the golden microphone. Another message-less message on the microphone... on the golden microphone. Cuz it’s just another sucker on the microphone... on the golden microphone. Go... It’s an all out war on our senses, but it makes no sense. Just another gimmick with a pretty face... but there’s no place to hide. And I know (we know) everything there is to know about you... but not cuz we want to. And I’ll hold a gun to your head... I’ll hold a gun to your head. (Until rock and roll is dead.) Dead... dead. Rock and roll is dead... I’ll paint my microphone gold. Rock and roll is dead... I’ll paint my microphone gold. Rock and roll is dead...


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