This Is The Whole Song!
Keep playing an E chord
There's a pulse in the new-born sun
A beat in the heat of the noon
And that's the majesty of rock
The fantasy of roll
In the shade of a jungle glade
Or the rush of the crushing street
To the majesty of rock
The pageantry of roll
When we die, do we hunt the sky?
Do we lurk in the murk of the seas?
And that's the majesty of rock
The mystery of roll