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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Turbonegro
Turbonegro
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Seltzer
Thomas Seltzer
Songwriter
Knut Schreiner
Knut Schreiner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Seltzer
Thomas Seltzer
Producer
Knut Schreiner
Knut Schreiner
Producer
Christer Engen
Christer Engen
Producer

Lyrics

What is rock? Rock is the area between the balls And the anus of a dom or other man What is rock? Rock is the possibility of choking on your own vomit In the back of a rapist's van What is rock? Denim clad satanists making love In the sewers of Birmingham during Maggie Thatcher's prime What is rock? Rock is meeting the Grim Reaper In a sports arena stampede at the tender age of nine We keep on trucking, why, oh why? Spreading like cancer, my, oh my! What is rock? Backwards messages to boys and girls To bring machines guns to the schools What is rock? No, I'm not talking about Canadian producer Of 5th Metallica, Bob Rock, you fool What is rock? Oh AC DC, Cleveland, Ohio Well, basically it's harder and heavier And slightly more blues based than pop What is rock? Historians keep nagging about "Fun House", but me? I think "Kill City" is where it's at! After decades of Indian House Six cats from Oslo killed the mouse! We saved rock 'n' roll all on our own And forced the toll on rock 'n' roll We saved rock 'n' roll with our bare hands We saved that goddamned rock 'n' roll, so schooled But it ain't for free, we gotta group, there are our employees They need to be catered, got their own nice bus They got worthy lives, thanks to us And this wait at the airport to pick up my bags Feeling so tired, I could lay down and die Runes walking on stage and plays the wrong chord Roadies laughing so hard, they're wiping their eyes Many of them skilled musicians, multiracial and tattooed But we're the main attraction Goddammit, those guys ain't got a clue After the show sometimes we Friday nights Together in the talk back lounge Pat each other's shoulders try to groove on a feeling Digging the old school sounds We ride and ride into the night And the temperature's getting hot But somehow the chemistry's ain't that right 'Cause we're doing blow and then smoke pot We saved rock 'n' roll all on our own And forced the toll on rock 'n' roll We saved rock 'n' roll with our bare hands We saved that goddamned rock 'n' roll Where do we go from here, what can we do? We can go left, we can go right, or you can go down on me? What are we doing here, what's important in life? My generation? My wife? Wow, what is rock? I don't care! Where's the cash, where's the cash? The money, the money, the money, money, money Where's the cash, where's the cash? The money, the money, the money, money, money Where's the cash, where's the cash? The money, the money, the money, money, money Where's the cash, where's the cash? The money, the money, the money, money, money The money, the money, the money, money, money The money, the money, the money, money, money The money, the money, the money, money, money
Writer(s): Thomas Seltzer, Knut Schreiner, Pal Kjaernes, Hans Dyvik, Christer Engen, Rune Gronn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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