Knock the door and then descend,nDown the stairs and down again,nInto the Temple of Rock,nTattooed backs and beer thighs,nShadows laugh and make up lies,nIn the Temple of Rock.nnTell me anything, I'll do it, she said,nAs I passed in the hall,nDon't I know that good things,nNearly always come packaged small.nnI want the hard core.nnDon't I know that I look cool,n'Cause I'm drinking rocket fuel,nIn the Temple of Rock.nnSmashed and blind but I feel fine,nWatered at that sacred shrine,nIt's the Temple of Rock.nnTell me anything, I'll do it, she said,nAs I passed in the hall,nDon't I know that good things,nNearly always come packaged small.nnI want the hard core.nnI want a hard core bitch to worship,nI want the good times with the bad girls,nI don't mind if I beg,n'Cause I want to lick their legs.