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 far.
I've come to take your soul. I heard you on the radio.
