Lyrics:

Holy rollers, yeah, black-paint girls
Wild-eyed servants, wine-stained pearls
Nothing synthetic, only pure
Doc doc, I said the doctor's orders got you dying from the cure

To leave the sun and follow the moon
Rock 'n' roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
I said you better point your fingers soon
Yeah, for who done it

See the sinners shine, baby, otherworldly glow
Said the clock is a-tick-tick-ticking, slow is the flow
The miracle of madness, sweet undertow
At one with the sadness, yeah, as the story go?s
And it goes and it goes

To leav? the sun and follow the moon
Rock 'n' roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
I said you better point your fingers soon
Oh, oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

To leave the sun and follow the moon
I said rock 'n' roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
You better point your fingers soon
If you're gonna make your accusation
You better make it, you better make it
You better make it stick, stick