You stand so high...
I can see you from miles and miles away
My thoughts are drowned out by the sounds of the words you say
And I know (I know) everything there is to know about you... (but not cuz I want to)
Ill hold a gun to the head of the kings of rock and roll
(Until theyre all dead)
Another message on the microphone, on the golden microphone
Another message-less message on the microphone...
on the golden microphone
Cuz its just another sucker on the microphone...
on the golden microphone
Go...
Its an all out war on our senses, but it makes no sense.
Just another gimmick with a pretty face...
but theres no place to hide
And I know (we know) everything there is to know about you...
but not cuz we want to. And Ill hold a gun to your head...
Ill hold a gun to your head
(Until rock and roll is dead)
Dead...dead
Rock and roll is dead...
Ill paint my microphone gold
Rock and roll is dead...
Ill paint my microphone gold
Rock and roll is dead..