RIP. Slowly but surely all of the artists of the bands I grew up with are passing on. Fortunately their music lives on. Long live rock be it dead or alive!
another one passes.
Cat's foot, iron claw
Neurosurgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty-first century schizoid man
Blood rack, barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty-first century schizoid man
[Instrumental Break: "Mirrors"]
Death seed, blind man's greed
Poets' starving, children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs