SOS

I done good things and bad things and everything between

Church on Sunday gives me six more days to sin

Fill your glasses, I’ve got some holy water

always knew we’d need something, something a little stronger





I Don’t do it to get high, I do it to get by

‘Cause I’m a giver, and I’m still

giving them hell





They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll

With our loud guitars and our cheap cigars

Nobody hears the bell toll





We can’t all be Beatles when we’re too damn rollin stoned

We’re getting older but there’s rock here still living in these bones

We’re the luckless few whose lives went straight down the sink

I sold my mother’s teeth to buy us all another round of drinks





You’ve thrown a drowning man both ends of the same old rope

But I still see you, ‘cause I brought my periscope





They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll

With our loud guitars Nobody hears the toll

They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll

With our our cheap cigars and our loud guitars

Nobody hears the bell toll





They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll

With our loud guitars and our cheap cigars

Nobody hears the bell toll

We can’t save our souls we’re slaves to rock n roll, with our loud guitars and our cheap cigars

Nobody hears the toll



I don’t do it do get high, I do it to get by

I’m a giver and I’m still giving them hell