Church of Rock N Roll Lyrics

My mama told me to keep my head held high

Don't take shit from no one don't you try

Yeah that´s what she said

My papa told me to pick my gun of choice

Practice hard be a star and find my voice

I think it is there

Dance, if unable to walk

Whatever moves ya´ grooves ya´

Sing, if unable to talk

This is the church of rock´n roll

When I was young I would get in fights oh-yeah

Always ready with fists held tight oh-yeah

You don´t forget what you learn

Sweet chicks cool licks traveling in a van

Life´s cool when playing in a band

Who cares what you earn