Lyrics If You Got It At Five, You Got It At Fifty - Norma Jean
Rock
N
Roll
has
such
a
terrible
name,
who
is
to
blame?
Perching
birds
drug
by
a
string
in
the
air,
stitched
together
with
careless
intention.
Cleaner
than
the
dagger
that
hollowed
it
out.
Masked
and
forgotten
or
no
face
at
all.
It's
got
something
or
nothing
to
say.
Yeah
don't
we
all?
A
trance
and
a
trust
fund
stitched
at
the
same
time
and
sold
to
the
hogs.
All
eyes
on
you.
Whatever
it
takes
the
bottom
line
is
the
only
one
that
you'll
cross.
Keep
selling
what
they
want
to
hear,
arrogant
and
insincere.
You've
got
something
to
say,
but
what's
the
pay?
A
million
before
you
and
more
in
line.
I've
seen
it
a
thousand
times.
Built
to
die
and
dying.
Built
to
last
and
lasting.
Go
along
to
get
along.
I
will
not
be
defiled
by
the
kings'
meat.
The
noise
ain't
noise
anymore,
who's
to
blame?
You
and
I.
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