Rock And Roll Suicide

Rock and Roll SuicideRicky got AIDS, he played the guitar and wrote a songOne dodgy needle and he was full blownHe was a friend of mine, he had a china faceThe last thing he sang to me still echo’s in this placeRock and Roll suicideRock and Roll dudesTrade my Strat, it’s the same old tunesRock and Roll suicideOld rock and roll newsGod only knows it’s a fine way to play the bluesHey Ricky was cool, yeah cooler than you thinkBut he got strung out in his world of smack and drinkFelt crucified, hung out to dryCouldn’t turn around so he wrote this lullabyRock and Roll suicideRock and Roll dudesTrade my Strat, it’s the same old tunesRock and Roll suicideOld rock and roll newsGod only knows it’s a fine way to play the bluesRock and Roll suicideHey you Rock and Roll dudesTrade my Strat, it’s the same old tunesRock and Roll suicideOld rock and roll newsGod only knows it’s a fine way to play the bluesNow suicide is a personal thingAnd though Ricky’s gone you can still hear him sing and playOf crazy days, a child who lost his waySing it loud, sing it loudRock and Roll suicideHey you Rock and Roll dudesTrade my Strat, it’s the same old tunesRock and Roll suicideOld rock and roll newsGod only knows it’s a fine way to play the blues