17.08.2004 08:59 - It\'s only Rock and Roll
Not last night, but the night before,
the Death of Rock n\' Roll came knocking on the door
He didn\'t bring his scythe; he didn\'t bring a harp
just a five-string telecaster, which he\'d tuned slightly sharp
He looked just like Keith Richards, and wore an evil grin,
His pass accessed all areas, (but I dare not let him in).
He said \"I\'ve been in the Business, son, for fifty years or more
and escorted some of your favorite stars to the ultimate stage door.\"
\"\'Live fast, die young and damn you all\' seems to be their creed,
but when I turn up in the dressing room,
you should hear the buggers plead.
But by then, it\'s far too late, as if they need reminding.
They put themselves in the hands of Fate,
and all HIS contracts are binding.\"
\"I like to play my little jokes, upon the souls I tend.
Townshend will grow old before he dies,
but I\'ll have taken all his friends.
So let this be a lesson, to all who play guitar
think twice about the risks ahead, if you try to be a star.
And if you do become a star, you\'ll rest assured for then
at a time you least expect it, I\'ll knock on your door again.\"
