Billboard doesn't know rock-n-roll gold!


It's like audio and murder. Blood spills from your record player

And you begin to cover your ears

Audio and murder…blood spills from your record player

And you regret turning on your radio


Turn the dial left, turn the dial right

Riding in my car in the middle of the night

Turn the dial left, turn the dial right

Stuck in the chest with a rock-n-roll knife


Audio and murder from your record player

And you begin to cover your ears

Audio and murder from your record player

And you regret turning on your radio


It's like audio and murder, baby! C'mon!