Lyrics
The piano players dead.
Someone shot him in the head.
I want to make sweet love to his fucking music.
Who would've wanted the show to end this early?
I guess it's time for the curtain call.
Listen to the symphony.
Can you hear them play our fucking song?
Listen to our fucking love. yeah.
The king said to rock it.
Shake rattle n roll.
But who's behind the piano if the piano players dead?
It sure as hell ain't elvis so cut the fucking music.
WRITERS
BRANDAN SCHIEPPATI, JAMES HART, KEITH BARNEY, KEN FLOYD
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Top Emotion
Anger
Sentiment
Theme
Sexual
