Morticians
Deathstars
Time has come You're gonna be a rock'n'roll star Armed with hate Your weapon is a loaded guitar Say that you believe in sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll It's commonly known you like it hot You like to lose control I've come to make you fly I heard you on the radio God can never promise you cash or expensive cars Only with an evil heart you can hope to ever get farI've come to take your soulI heard you on the radio
From Letras Mania