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Down at the Astoria the scene was changing, |
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Bingo and rock were pushing out X-rating, |
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We were the first band to vomit in the bar, |
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And find the distance to the stage too far, |
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Meanwhile it's getting late at ten o'clock, |
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Rock is dead they say, |
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Long live rock. |
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Long live rock, I need it every night, |
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Long live rock, come on and join the line, |
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Long live rock, be it dead or alive. |
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People walk in sideways pretending that they're leaving, |
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We put on our makeup and work out all the lead-ins, |
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Jack is in the alley selling tickets made in Hong Kong, |
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Promoter's in the pay box wondering where the band's gone, |
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Back in the pub the governor stops the clock, |
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Rock is dead, they say, |
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Long live rock. |
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Long live rock, I need it every night, |
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Long live rock, come on and join the line, |
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Long live rock, be it dead or alive. |
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Landslide, rocks are falling, |
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Falling down 'round our very heads, |
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We tried but you were yawning, |
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Look again, rock is dead, rock is dead, rock is dead. |
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The place is really jumping to the high-watt amps, |
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'Til a 20-inch cymbal fell and cut the lamps, |
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In the blackout they dance right into the aisle, |
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And as the doors fly open even the promoter smiles, |
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Someone takes his pants off and the rafters knock, |
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Rock is dead, they say, |
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Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock. |
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Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock, |
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Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock. |
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Long live rock, I need it every night, |
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Long live rock, come on and join the line, |
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Long live rock, be it dead or alive. |
