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white smoke rising, baby light my fire
the rock 'n' roll church elects a new messiah
I am the heritage of thy hollowed name
come to ascend my thrown at the hall of fame
the holy martyr died, as you ate my body
And now I reincarnate for I can still make money
Built a shopping mall on the grave of rock 'n' roll
But a real blues master has to sell his soul
The joker and the priest, condemned to act the fool
I am a misunderstood and a tortured soul
Dark secrets hidden by the smile of a clown
The priest has nothing to preach and has never known
Mr Mojo risin' inside of me
Hail to the master of poetry
I am the prophet you've been waiting for
so get back on your knees like a filthy whore
Mr Mojo risin' inside of me
Hail to the master of poetry
I am the prophet you've been waiting for
I wanna hear you beg for more, more, more!
I am the fantasy of your wettest dreams
Wearing curly hair and black straight-legged jeans
I am a deep see veiled by the beauties haze
And damn the evil curse of my pretty, pretty face
Try to escape the void, that surrounds myself
I smoke two joints a week at risk of my good health
To reach the other side, I am breaking bad
But I still can't fill the void, that's inside my (fuckin') head
In fact there never was a real king of rock 'n' roll
Just a forbidden dream and a dreaming fool
This is the golden age, into this house we're born
This is the end, my friend; liars on the storm
Who of you is really alive?
Jump with me on the edge of a knife
I'll lead you to my highest goal
The upcomin' new era of Rock 'n' Roll
Who of you is really alive?
Jump with me on the edge of a knife
I'll lead you to my highest goal
The upcomin' new era of Rock 'n' Roll
Who of you is really alive?
the rock 'n' roll church elects a new messiah
I am the heritage of thy hollowed name
come to ascend my thrown at the hall of fame
the holy martyr died, as you ate my body
And now I reincarnate for I can still make money
Built a shopping mall on the grave of rock 'n' roll
But a real blues master has to sell his soul
The joker and the priest, condemned to act the fool
I am a misunderstood and a tortured soul
Dark secrets hidden by the smile of a clown
The priest has nothing to preach and has never known
Mr Mojo risin' inside of me
Hail to the master of poetry
I am the prophet you've been waiting for
so get back on your knees like a filthy whore
Mr Mojo risin' inside of me
Hail to the master of poetry
I am the prophet you've been waiting for
I wanna hear you beg for more, more, more!
I am the fantasy of your wettest dreams
Wearing curly hair and black straight-legged jeans
I am a deep see veiled by the beauties haze
And damn the evil curse of my pretty, pretty face
Try to escape the void, that surrounds myself
I smoke two joints a week at risk of my good health
To reach the other side, I am breaking bad
But I still can't fill the void, that's inside my (fuckin') head
In fact there never was a real king of rock 'n' roll
Just a forbidden dream and a dreaming fool
This is the golden age, into this house we're born
This is the end, my friend; liars on the storm
Who of you is really alive?
Jump with me on the edge of a knife
I'll lead you to my highest goal
The upcomin' new era of Rock 'n' Roll
Who of you is really alive?
Jump with me on the edge of a knife
I'll lead you to my highest goal
The upcomin' new era of Rock 'n' Roll
Who of you is really alive?