There’s so much your walls won’t let you know
There’s this idol – She’s a Madonna of Rock -
With hollow eyes, she’s fallin’ apart
Yeah, she’s so far lost
You…. you, you, you, you
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll baby
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll whore
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll baby
Come on, just a little more, more, more
A fancy friend – a she devil conspiracy
The terminology of Astrology –
Seeking solace in the end –
No where it begins and burn ‘til the end
Everyone is a setting sun
Darkness is my ally, baby
Darkness is my ally, baby
You…. you, you, you, you
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll baby
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll whore
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll baby
Come on, just a little more, more, more
With one leg in and one out
I’m on the outside looking in and
The inside looking out
‘Give you so much – so much to talk about
And want to doubt
Darkness is my ally, baby
You…. you, you, you, you
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll baby
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll whore
Why don’t you be my rock-n-roll baby
Come on, just a little more, more, more
John A. Conte` JR
Written summer 1990 – winter 2003