Lyrics

Fuck, does anybody like to play rock? You just play rock too We'll have our next robber like a chicken She's a freak, got no soul Down and down, call her down below Got a game, lost control Found my way through a heap I've never known The radio, play that song Talk about it, 'til one of them gone Don't let them wait Someone go For the love of the dollar The devil has got your soul You had to wait, three days gone Through the city of the rock will keep on time come Time, time and again, one may need to make my friend The radio, play that song Talk about it, 'til one of them gone Don't let them wait Someone go For the love of the dollar The devil has got your soul Don't let them wait Someone go For the love of the dollar Yeah, the love of the dollar Don't let them wait Someone go For the love of the dollar The devil has got your soul Devil has got your soul
Writer(s): Alexander Raunjak, Brett Wood, Paul Marrett, Peter Robinson, Russell Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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