As the crowd awaits his great escape
And his fingers wouldn’t move, nervous, back and blue
Just an eye game, game away now and he had moved
And he had moved on to god knows where
And he had moved on, none of us care
And he had moved on to god knows where
And he had moved on, none of us care
So the crowd spit him out
And they shot him through the skies
They crucified rock and roll’s
Worst leading guy
And he had moved on to god knows where
And he had moved on, none of us care
And he had moved on to god knows where
And he had moved on, none of us care
And he had moved on to god knows where
And he had moved on, none of us care
And he had moved on to god knows where
And he had moved on, none of us care