King’s Coffin

Diggin' deep in the middle of the night
Rock 'n Roll lies under us yeah that's right
We're no servants nor are we slaves
Just three fans diggin' up graves
The king is dead but not his soul
And how he lives to Rock 'n Roll
We dug him up now you will see
He's back from hell the king is free
Diggin' up the king
Weepin' willows a battered fence
Why we're doing this it makes no sense
A faint moonlight shines in our face
We're sweating cold in its dark embrace