Words wouldn’t come stumbled all deaf and dumb   As the crowd awaits his great escape   And his fingers wouldn’t move nervous back and blue   Just an eye game, game away now   And he had moved      And he had moved on to god knows where   And he had moved on none of us care   And he had moved on to god knows where   And he had moved on none of us care      So the crowd spit him out   And they shot him through the skies   They crucified rock and rolls worst leading guy      And he had moved on to god knows where   And he had moved on none of us care   And he had moved on to god knows where   And he had moved on none of us care      And he had moved on to god knows where   And he had moved on none of us care   And he had moved on to god knows where   And he had moved on none of us care