We gather here today, to honor the memory of a poor boy, from a depraved background, who proved what can be attained by tuning his guitar down to D.
Now we lay him down. So, let’s get him in the ground and rock this funeral!
Yea ah!
Let’s go!
Will you be there? Will you hear my last call?
Will you come back to burn my last candle?
Won’t shed a tear, just turn up the stereo.
Turn it out loud and let the speakers blow.
Six feet under or high above the clouds.
Heaven or hell, the party never ends, the party never ends.
Oh, will you rock? Yea ah!
Will you rock?
Will you rock my funeral? (Ho, ho) rock my funeral. (Rock, rock)
Rock my funeral. (Rock, rock) Rock my funeral.
Jack, Jäger, vodka, this is religion.
Blow out your brains, till you lose your vision.
The red light gotta flash all through the night.
Sirens will scream, to celebrate the last rite, to celebrate the last rite.
Oh, will you rock? Yea ah!
Will you rock?
Will you rock my funeral? (Ho, ho) rock my funeral. (Rock, rock)
Rock my funeral. (Rock, rock) rock my funeral.
Will you rock my funeral? (Ho, ho) rock my funeral. (Rock, rock)
Rock my funeral. (Rock, rock) rock my funeral.
(Solo)
Will you rock? Yea ah!
Will you rock?
Will you rock? Yea ah!
Will you rock?
Will you rock my funeral? (Ho, ho) rock my funeral. (Rock, rock)
Rock my funeral. (Rock, rock) rock my funeral.
Will you rock my funeral? (Ho, ho) rock my funeral. (Rock, rock)
Rock my funeral. (Rock, rock) rock my funeral.
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