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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.