Letra de Ghost of Rock & Roll
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She checks her makeup in the rearview
Wonders how much time she's got left
Her mama had such plans for that face and that man
Wonders how much time she's got left
Her mama had such plans for that face and that man
Who'd get em in with the Gold Coast set
So she weaved and bobbed from town to job
None of em paid like workin the pole
Now she waits for the next show, sittin in the glow
Of the ghost of Rock & Roll
He drives dark roads through lake effect snow
Branch office to the next sales lead
Got the career and the wife, the template life
That everybody told him he'd need
Now's he's mortgaged to bone, home number's on the phone
But their words have lately grown cold
So he lets it ring, cranks some punk kid singing
Through the Ghost Rock & Roll
From the heart of the night, where a lightning strike can
Split the night like a sheet
Come the strains of the rage and the pain forsaken
By the lordly powers that be
All the guitars and beats of forgotten streets
She sends em out to all the lost souls
Draws her line in the sand of the vast wasteland
She's the Ghost of Rock & Roll
80 watts of militant resistance unabated after 50 years
She says there's realms, there's dreams you've never seen because you've never opened your ears
She checks mail today again in vain
While she waits for the sitter to show
Gets jacked at the pump just to make it to hump some
Job barely pays what they owe
They sent him back to jihad to appease their God
To make money for some rich asshole
Now she takes the long way home, scans the radio
For the Ghost of Rock & Roll
So she weaved and bobbed from town to job
None of em paid like workin the pole
Now she waits for the next show, sittin in the glow
Of the ghost of Rock & Roll
He drives dark roads through lake effect snow
Branch office to the next sales lead
Got the career and the wife, the template life
That everybody told him he'd need
Now's he's mortgaged to bone, home number's on the phone
But their words have lately grown cold
So he lets it ring, cranks some punk kid singing
Through the Ghost Rock & Roll
From the heart of the night, where a lightning strike can
Split the night like a sheet
Come the strains of the rage and the pain forsaken
By the lordly powers that be
All the guitars and beats of forgotten streets
She sends em out to all the lost souls
Draws her line in the sand of the vast wasteland
She's the Ghost of Rock & Roll
80 watts of militant resistance unabated after 50 years
She says there's realms, there's dreams you've never seen because you've never opened your ears
She checks mail today again in vain
While she waits for the sitter to show
Gets jacked at the pump just to make it to hump some
Job barely pays what they owe
They sent him back to jihad to appease their God
To make money for some rich asshole
Now she takes the long way home, scans the radio
For the Ghost of Rock & Roll
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