Rocky

They say Rocky sold his soul

Well, he dipped his balls in rock and roll

Well, he dove head first into the deep

Live for the moment, wild and free

Carry on, dance too close to the fire, not the phone

Radio silence, don't call, 'cause, nobody's home

When you're alive for the lust, sometimes, you get cuts to the bone

But sometimes, you get keys to the throne

Oh, the neon lights are on parade

Tomorrow swerves into yesterday

But no end in sight, there's no last call

Just pills, and pipes, and alcohol

Carry on, dance too close to the fire, not the phone

Radio silence, don't call, 'cause, nobody's home

When you live life to the lust, sometimes, you get cuts to the bone

Sometimes, you get keys to the throne

Sometimes, you've got one foot in the grave

It reaches up, and takes a hold

Well, masters quickly turn to slaves

Souls are bought, souls are sold

Rocky creeps the streets unknown

No name, no face, just a ghost, alone

The fix is in no longer free

There's no bringing Rocky back to me

Carry on, dance too close to the fire, not the phone

Radio silence, don't call, 'cause, nobody's home

When you live life to the lust, sometimes, you get cuts to the bone

Sometimes, you get keys to the throne

Now, he's got two feet in the grave

He dug himself too deep a hole

No dragons left to slay

Devil squeezed out all the hope

Only one God to obey

Reaches down and takes a hold

Now, he can't get away

Now he's lost all control

Masters quickly turn to slaves

Streets run black, and take him whole

But where souls are bought, souls are sold, oh