Holy rollers, yeah, black-paint girls
Wild-eyed servants, wine-stained pearls
Nothing synthetic, only pure
Doctor, that's doctor's orders
Got you dying from the cure
To leave the sun and follow the moon
Rock 'n' roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
I said you better point your fingers soon
Yeah, for who? Damn it
See the sinners shine, baby
Otherworldly glow
Said the clock is tick-tick-ticking
Slow is the flow
The miracle of madness
Sweet undertow
At one with sadness
Yeah, as the story goes, and it goes, and it goes
To leave the sun and follow the moon
Rock 'n' roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
I said you better point your fingers soon
To leave the sun and follow the moon
Rock 'n' roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
You better point your fingers soon
If you're gonna make your accusation
You better make it, you better make it
You better make it stick, stick
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