Rock 'n' Roll Disease

Wind them up then knock them down
The curse is upon you it’s out for the count
There has got to be another way
Hang 'em high, you’ve had your fill
It’s back to the wife for a Whisky and pill
Your conscience hurts you every day
You’ve — Rock 'n' Roll Disease
There’s no release
Playing fast with a hint of spice
Down with the grooves and up for the heights
The music shivers through my soul
Cutting edge or a life of crime
Someday’s i know I’m doing time
But What goes on must be the show
You’ve — Rock 'n' Roll Disease
If you please
Hanging out try to meet the band
A bird in the bush or a mouth or her hand
be sure to bring your parachute
Little lies as she’s going down
Heat of the night as she’s moving around
Just pull the trigger now and shoot
She’s got — Rock 'n' Roll Disease
Call the police