From the album I Pugilatori

Lyrics

Back To Rock’n’Roll
(S. Dentone)

We were standing down the corner
Waiting for a Greyhound bus
Destination: nowhere
With nothing but blood and guts

We didn't know where we were
neither how the hell we arrived
as the Devil brought us here, so he'd let us survive

Put your vinyl on that plate
And listen to the needle scratching
A shadow of what was once great
It's a sound too much catching

As a black and white movie
Is turning in technicolor
So the Devil takes your soul, you’ll like him more than all the others

CHORUS
Back to the music
The first kind that we loved
Back to the music
An old time rock'n'roll
Back to the music
Coming out of the cold
We're goin' back to the music burning up the road