| Down at the Astoria the scene was changing
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| Bingo and rock were pushing out X-rating
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| We were the first band to vomit in the bar
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| And find the distance to the stage too far
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| Meanwhile it’s getting late at ten o’clock
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| Rock is dead they say
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| Long live rock.
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| Long live rock, I need it every night
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| Long live rock, come on and join the line
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| Long live rock, be it dead or alive
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| People walk in sideways pretending that they’re leaving
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| We put on our makeup and work out all the lead-ins
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| Jack is in the alley selling tickets made in Hong Kong
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| Promoter’s in the pay box wondering where the band’s gone
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| Back in the pub the governor stops the clock
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| Rock is dead, they say
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| Long live rock
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| Long live rock, I need it every night
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| Long live rock, come on and join the line
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| Long live rock, be it dead or alive
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| Landslide, rocks are falling
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| Falling down 'round our very heads
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| We tried but you were yawning
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| Look again, rock is dead, rock is dead, rock is dead
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| The place is really jumping to the Hiwatt amps
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| 'Til a 20-inch cymbal fell and cut the lamps
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| In the blackout they dance right into the aisle
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| And as the doors fly open even the promoter smiles
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| Someone takes his pants off and the rafters knock
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| Rock is dead, they say
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| Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock
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| Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock
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| Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock
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| Long live rock, I need it every night
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| Long live rock, come on and join the line
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| Long live rock, be it dead or alive |