Rockunroll
JUSTINE ELINOR FRISCHMANN
Rock and roll is dead,
I put that thing in its head.
I told it what I said.
Who wants to sha-la-la with, or without you,
Tra-la-la-la-la-la with, or without love?
Rock and roll is bred.
When its shiny skin is shed,
With a poison pencil lead.
You all rock until you're bled.
