Music Is F**king Dead
Thanks To You Cunts, Stabbing It In The F**king Chest
You, And All These Fake, Righteous, Undeserving Bands
F**k You

Through Sin And Self Destruction I Stumble Home, Never Alone
My Only Home Is The Bottom Of A Bottle And A Rolled Up Bill And I'm Ready To Go
I Live The Same Day In And Out And I Don't Care How Long I Last
All The Girls And Drink And Drugs But Don't Get Me Wrong
I'm Having A F**king Blast

I Am Rock And Roll
Livin' The Life That You Can Only Dream Of
I Am Rock And Roll
At It's F**king Finest

Just Like The Cigarettes Hurt
Just Like The Whiskey Burns
Whoa Whoa
I Guess I'm Never Gonna Learn

Not Gonna Stop Until My Heart Stops Beating
Not Gonna Stop Until My Last Breath Comes
I'm Gonna Go Until I Hit The Floor And I Can't Find The Way Back To My Feet Anymore

Pass Me A Glass And Let's Destroy Everything In This F**king Place
Life At 300 Miles An Hour
You Pussies Can't Keep Up With This F**king Pace

I Am Rock And Roll
Livin' The Life That You Can Only Dream Of
I Am Rock And Roll
At It's F**king Finest

Just Like The Cigarettes Hurt
Just Like The Whiskey Burns
Whoa Whoa
I Guess I'm Never Gonna Learn

I've Spent The Last Two Years Tearing Apart My Soul
I'll Put The Next Two In To Kick-start The Good Old Days Of Rock And Roll

Without Remorse, Without Regret, Without A Second Thought
You Hit The Nail On The Head With The Back Of Your F**king Throat

I Am Rock And Roll
Livin' The Life That You Can Only Dream Of
I Am Rock And Roll
At It's F**king Finest

Music Is F**king Dead
Thanks To You Cunts, Stabbing It The F**king Chest
You, And All These Fake, Righteous, Undeserving Bands
F**k You