Tom Pacheco
ROCK 'N' ROLL ROULETTE




He flew from Fargo on a chartered plane
The wind was crazy, it was lashing rain
He had a gig in San Antonio
It was important that he make that show
A bolt of lightning made the plane go down
His mansion key was all of him they found
Money, sex and death is what you get in Rock 'N' Roll Roulette

She was a heavy metal leather queen
Three platinum albums, she was still nineteen
Some pudgy fan thought she was Joan of Arc
He followed her Mercedes after dark
They found her body on a red park swing
Her killer by her reading Stephen King
Money, sex and death is what you get in Rock 'N' Roll Roulette

Rock'N'Roll Roulette 
Rock'N'Roll Roulette 
Come and place your bets 
It's Rock'N'Roll Roulette

Sam was a superstar at twenty two
By thirty seven his career was through
He sang in lounges and in crummy dives
Playing his old hits, those old forty fives
He hung himself the day his fourth wife left
Maybe in Rock 'N' Roll heaven he might get respect
Money, sex and death is what you get in Rock 'N' Roll Roulette

You might O.D. the choice of drugs is vast
Die from a jilted lover's shotgun blast
Electrocute yourself, guitar in hand
Catch something lethal from a one night stand
Depart this world by speeding to the next
Decapitated in a roadside wreck
Money, sex and death is what you get in Rock 'N' Roll Roulette