The Undead King of Rock 'n' Roll Songtext
von Black Moth

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