What Is Rock? by Turbonegro Lyrics
What is rock?
Rock is the area between the balls and the anus of a dog or of man
What is rock?
Rock is the possibility of choking on your own vomit in the back of a rapist's van
What is rock?
Denim clad Satanists, making love in the sewers of Birmingham during Maggie Thatcher's prime
What is rock?
Rock is meeting the grim reaper in a sports arena stampede at the tender age of nine
We keep on trucking, why oh why?
Spreading like cancer, my oh my
What is rock?
Backwards messages to boys and girls, to bring machine guns to the schools
What is rock?
No, I'm not talking about Canadian producer of 5th Metallica Bob Rock, you fool
What is rock?
Oh AC/DC, Cleveland, Ohio, well, basically it's harder and heavier and slightly more blues-based than pop
What is rock?
Historians keep nagging about Fun House, but me? I think Kill City is where it's at
After decades of indie and house
Six cats from Oslo killed the mouse
We saved rock 'n' roll
All on our own, and forced the toll on rock 'n' roll
We saved rock 'n' roll
With our bare hands, we saved that goddamned rock 'n' roll
So skål!
But it ain't for free, we got a crew they're our employees
They need to be catered, got their own nice bus
They got worthy lives, thanks to us
And this wait at the airport to pick up my bags
Feeling so tired, I could lay down and die
Rune's walking on stage and plays the wrong chord
Roadies laughing so hard, they're wiping their eyes
Many of them skilled musicians, multiracial and tattooed
But we're the main attraction, goddamn it, those guys ain't got a clue
After the show, sometimes we fraternize, together in the dark back lounge
Pat each others' shoulders, try to groove on a feeling, digging the old school sounds
We ride and ride into the night and the temperature's getting hot
But somehow the chemistry's ain't that right
'Cause we're doing blow and they smoke pot!
We saved rock 'n' roll
All on our own, and forced the toll on rock 'n' roll
We saved rock 'n' roll
With our bare hands, we saved that goddamned rock 'n' roll
Where do we go from here? What can we do?
We can go left, we can go right
Or you can go down on me
What are we doing here? What's important in life?
My generation? My wife? Wow, what is rock? I don't care!
Where's the cash? Where's the cash?
The money, the money, the money, money, money
The money, the money, the money, money, money
Rock is the area between the balls and the anus of a dog or of man
What is rock?
Rock is the possibility of choking on your own vomit in the back of a rapist's van
What is rock?
Denim clad Satanists, making love in the sewers of Birmingham during Maggie Thatcher's prime
What is rock?
Rock is meeting the grim reaper in a sports arena stampede at the tender age of nine
We keep on trucking, why oh why?
Spreading like cancer, my oh my
What is rock?
Backwards messages to boys and girls, to bring machine guns to the schools
What is rock?
No, I'm not talking about Canadian producer of 5th Metallica Bob Rock, you fool
What is rock?
Oh AC/DC, Cleveland, Ohio, well, basically it's harder and heavier and slightly more blues-based than pop
What is rock?
Historians keep nagging about Fun House, but me? I think Kill City is where it's at
After decades of indie and house
Six cats from Oslo killed the mouse
We saved rock 'n' roll
All on our own, and forced the toll on rock 'n' roll
We saved rock 'n' roll
With our bare hands, we saved that goddamned rock 'n' roll
So skål!
But it ain't for free, we got a crew they're our employees
They need to be catered, got their own nice bus
They got worthy lives, thanks to us
And this wait at the airport to pick up my bags
Feeling so tired, I could lay down and die
Rune's walking on stage and plays the wrong chord
Roadies laughing so hard, they're wiping their eyes
Many of them skilled musicians, multiracial and tattooed
But we're the main attraction, goddamn it, those guys ain't got a clue
After the show, sometimes we fraternize, together in the dark back lounge
Pat each others' shoulders, try to groove on a feeling, digging the old school sounds
We ride and ride into the night and the temperature's getting hot
But somehow the chemistry's ain't that right
'Cause we're doing blow and they smoke pot!
We saved rock 'n' roll
All on our own, and forced the toll on rock 'n' roll
We saved rock 'n' roll
With our bare hands, we saved that goddamned rock 'n' roll
Where do we go from here? What can we do?
We can go left, we can go right
Or you can go down on me
What are we doing here? What's important in life?
My generation? My wife? Wow, what is rock? I don't care!
Where's the cash? Where's the cash?
The money, the money, the money, money, money
The money, the money, the money, money, money