You hear the locals commenting
Rockers are not good
If you don't behave well
You will soon go to waste
And you will fall into hell
If you have to live in the valley of rock
The curse will catch up with you
You will never have a reputation
What difference does it make?
My thing is Rock
You go unshaven, says the local sheriff
And also with hot aunts
They say that smoking is a sin and it is mortal
And they condemn me to hell
If I have to choose between them and rock
I will choose my downfall
I know that in the end I will be right
And they won't!
My thing is Rock
How much that false humanity makes me laugh
Of those who call themselves good
They will not forgive my original sin
Of being young and a rocker
If I have to choose between them and Rock
I will choose my downfall
I know that in the end I will be right
And they won't!
My thing is Rock.

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