To The Bone

In the back of a record rack

There's an old double pack.

Twelve inches and black,

With an old crumpled cover,

But every track is stacked.

And it takes me back

To the one who caused this melancholy mood,

And every single groove

Cuts me to the bone,

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone.

I took her back to my bachelor flat

While the stereo played for two.

She unwrapped her gift

And played me a riff

And said, "This old record was just made for you."

Then we danced to songs of passion and

The singer's velvet tones

On the gramaphone

While the record played.

She rocks me to the bone,

Knocks me to the bone.

Those rock n' roll romantic songs

Played all summer long,

And she rocks me to the bone,

Knocks me to the bone.

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone,

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone.

In dreams she's smiling in slow motion,

Devouring all of my emotion,

Angels singing rock 'n' roll,

While demons take away my soul.

Voices sound, her image fades,

Every time that record plays,

She rocks me to the bone,

Knocks me to the bone.

In my back room there's an old 45

That we played all summer long.

Shakin' the beams so loud it covered up the screams

When lover's harmony went oh so wrong.

And in every word emotion is torn,

And blood flows down the drain,

Like she opened up a vein

And cut me to the bone,

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone.

And now I'm just a prisoner

In that stereo hi-fi jail --

The needle pierced just like a nail

As she rocks me to the bone,

Knocks me to the bone.

Do do do do do do do,

She rocks me to the bone.

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone,

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone.