One by one the rockers go
life snuffed, stars are dust
tunes play my head no more
the grey jukebox almost bust
going are those riffs and tights
and eyes blinking wonderlust
few left that strut and pout
with curly mane and pelvic thrust
though no label can preserve
listeners young and old must
the stars that have gone to dust
life snuffed, stars are dust
tunes play my head no more
the grey jukebox almost bust
going are those riffs and tights
and eyes blinking wonderlust
few left that strut and pout
with curly mane and pelvic thrust
though no label can preserve
listeners young and old must
the stars that have gone to dust
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