Black Moth - Condemned To Hope

The Undead King of Rock 'n' Roll

Many fools have tried in vain
To lift my sunken eyelids
This groovy mover danced right into a coma
The undead king of rock 'n' roll

My tomb; a bedsit shrine
I'm pickled in cheap wine
The silence is deafening
But I still hear the crowds scream

I reach for my guitar pick
To wrench the meat from out my teeth
Sweat-stained polyester, musty leather
I'm a rotting relic of rock 'n' roll

Exalted in my shrine
Soaked in cheap white wine
Swallowed by shadows
But I still hear their screams

Dusty trophies make me sneeze
As I lurch about my merch
Phantom septum haunts my dreams
Succubus groupies make my cream

Credits
Writer(s): Harriet Elizabeth Bevan, David James Michael Bryan, Dominic Paul Mccready, James Adam Swainston, Nicolas Antoine Carew
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