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v1:
Saturday night, you're out on the town
Don't wanna let your baby down
Let her know you ain't messin' around
You're gonna blast that New York City sound
v2:
Your baby's hot, she deserves the best
Only music that will stand the test (of time)
Soft rock, let's lay it to rest
Play heavy metal, I mean, more or less
ch:
Play it loud, play it proud, stay in control
If they play music that ain't got no soul
You gotta stop, drop, rock & roll
Stop, drop, rock & roll
v3:
Sunday morning, still feeling strong
The weekend's coming, it won't be long
5 full days of poetry & song
A Marshall cabinet can never be wrong
ch:
Play it loud, play it proud, stay in control
If they play music that ain't got no soul
You gotta stop, drop, rock & roll
Stop, drop, rock & roll
Ace Frehley, lead guitar
ch:
Stop, drop, rock & roll
Stop, drop, rock & roll
Stop, drop, rock & roll
Stop, drop, rock & roll
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Garbage in, garbage out Told me all about
How I would never add up to a hill of beans
Kept me strongly in my place,
laughed directly in my face
Kept reminding me, where I could crawl, fuck it all
Caught up in your lifestyle chasing, Lamborghini champagne dreams
Wanted to be better, saw it in the magazines
Chased you down the rabbit hole, private jets And diamond rings
Sold my soul for what... for what
The lure of shiny things
Say your prayers take a breath,
Live my self to death
Placed me on a pedastal to fall, fuck it all
Kept me strongly in my place,
laughed directly in my face
Kept reminding me, where I belong
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The mountain sighed and horses brayed
Erech’s stone a promise was made
Isildur’s curse bound trysting place
Cursed men, Dunharrow wraiths
Malbeth, old, he told the tale
Of Dunedain and blooded vale
Need a chance, redeem themselves
What lies beneath Harrowdale
The Dead Men of Dunharrow
Oathbreakers, escaped the gallows
Neath the White Mountains hid
You’ll find the Army of the Dead
Commandeered a thousand ships
With a little bit of living help
Cross the seas to bring them death
Cast the ring to fiery depths
On Pelennor they made their stand
Flying banners of ol’ Halbarad
Wipe the orcs from this great land
Loosen grip of Mairon’s hand
The Dead Men of Dunharrow
Oathbreakers, escaped the gallows
Neath the White Mountains hid
You’ll find the Army of the Dead
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