Death by Lovesong Video (MV)

Now hear this story from the ancient sands
'Bout a goblin want to be in a band
With his drum set, playing a beat
The way it can't be beat
The way the music kissed his soul
Getting lost in Rock N' Roll
Passion by day, obsession by night
Guitar strings thick and tight

How he were young and felt so much
He would cry for his favorite band
The power in a power chord
Attraction to his hands
The tendency to want to jam all night
Staying up with all his might
Electricity, in the air
Clapping hands, waving hair

The goblin wasn't made for these times
His activity was listed as crime
There's no room for giving your all
Rise above, we'll make you fall
Summoned to court, drove his van
Council of The Man
Two counts of fret work so frantic
Three counts of helpless romantic
(How will you perish for your wrongs?)
Death by lovesong