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Track: Dead Ringer
Artist: Des Rocs
Album: Martyr Parade

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Name: Des Rocs
Followers: 220,739
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Somewhere in Queens, a musical madman creates compositions in an underground lair. Formerly used as a break room for 1950s MTA tunnel workers, the grit and legacy of the city radiates from the walls, anointing Des Rocs with the authentic soul of NYC.   Des Rocs is Rock ’N Roll. A fourth-generation New Yorker and pizza maker, his authenticity, coupled with his obsessive drive to create, has spawned an undeniable force of nature. His music builds upon its deep and soulful rock roots and applies a sadistic, frenetic twist. Des delivers Rock ’N Roll to the modern landscape, enriched with the deep reverence to the history of the art form.   Inspired by music and culture of both past and present, Des provides an energetic and dynamic live performance, displaying the blood, sweat, and tears of the journey to reinvent Rock ’N Roll.   Des Rocs is a man possessed, the chosen prophet of his Filthy Animals™, the movement created by his fanbase. He approaches his career as an all-encompassing art piece. The music, the performance and the visual aesthetic all work in concert to provide his Filthy Animals™ with a captivating movement that’s impossible to ignore. His art is deeply personal, vulnerable, staying true to, and betting on, his unique creative vision.

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Release: Des Rocs - ♪ Life Work ♪
Year: 2020
Genres: Rock
Styles: Hard Rock, Rock & Roll

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LYRICS

Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby
Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing
All these voices in the night
Come like a cool summer rain
Know they hangin for a while
So I let em stay, stay stay

Oh all these faces in the night
Lookin like the television saints
With their names in big bright lights
All they do is, take, take, take

Oh lady, I got my hand on the trigger and it's pointed at the dead ringer

Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby
Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing
Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby
Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing

Oh my reflection's from a time
When all the worst was a game
Nothing like the shake of life
Stuck up in a race, race, race

Hell caught a shadow of a guy
Can’t find him one little break
See there’s a gap in his smile
For fitting all his pain, pain, pain

Yea, yea, did you think that he could hurt you?
Yea yea, the dead ringer never meant to

Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby
Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing