| LYRICS/POETRY |
| R.I.P. |
| This place is like a graveyard Can you open up my tomb? I don't believe in phantoms Who's that crying in my womb? I hear the tolling of the bells The mask of death is near Arise and feel the breath of life Don't waste your time on fear. You swear you live for music But the music's killing you You don't know how to enjoy it You're too busy being cool! ROT N ROLE! No need to be a saviour now There's nothing left to save Your epitaph does clearly state "No dancing on my grave!" If we turn the music loud enough They say we'll wake the dead But there ain't no resurrection here Let's turn it off instead! Diane Wells (Copyright 1980) |
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