Lyrics

I'll go down fightin' but rather be delightin' All the people that come to see, the Devil's from Chicago Now where the hell do they go When we get in our limousines 'Cause we just want to be, where it's all going on But tell me what do you do, when it's over? And everyone who loved you is gone They're gone, I said they're gone You're our kind of people, you're the church And we're the steeple, but we're all inside the hall If we've got what you need then we'll give you the speed To get up and have a ball 'Cause we just want to be yeah, where it's all going on But tell me what do you do, when it's over? And everyone who loved you is gone You're just another prima donna of rock 'n' roll, yeah So please let me know when you want me to go? You're our kind of people, you're the church And we're the steeple, but we're all inside the hall If we've got what you need then we'll give you the speed To get up and have a ball 'Cause we just want to be, where it's all going on But tell me what do you do, when it's over? And everyone who loved you is gone You're just another prima donna of rock 'n' roll, yeah So please let me know when you want me to go? You're just another prima donna of rock 'n' roll, yeah So please let me know when you want me to go? You're just another prima donna of rock 'n' roll, yeah So please let me know when you want me to go?
Writer(s): Ken Hensley, Mick Box, David Garrick, Lee Kerslake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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