Bitterness becomes you

It goes well with your hair

Just like your sister's earrings

Or that funny little shirt you wear

Now you're holding parties

For the ghosts of a Butcher's Page

Connoisseur, butterfly collector

You're a living legend in your head

You're so hot, you're so cold

You're so rock 'n' roll

You're so close, too close

Go, go if you want, it's okay

Stay if you must, I don't care anyway

I'm gonna move on, I'm gonna move on

I'm gonna move on now

Starstruck and quailing

A poem on a stick

A substation, a pulp fiction

You just never got the hang of it

You've been bought and sold

But you still don't know about rock 'n' roll

You're too close, too close

Go, go if you want, it's okay

Stay if you must, I don't care anyway

I'm gonna move on, I'm gonna move on

I'm gonna move on now

Go if you want to or stay

Stay if you must, I don't care anyway

I'm gonna move on, I'm gonna move on

I'm gonna move right on

Take a letter now Mr. Jones

Lock the door, unplug the phones

And if anyone should ask you

Tell 'em I'm not at home

Oh no, I'm digging up rock 'n' roll

And you're close, so close

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, yeah

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll (If you want to)

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll (Stay if you must, I don't care anyway)

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll (I'm gonna

Move on, I'm gonna move right on)

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, yeah (I'm moving out the door)

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll (Oh, come on)

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll (Well, come on)

Shoot, shoot, rock 'n' roll (Well, come on)

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, yeah (Well, come on)