Letra de Michael Moorcock

Corum. The last of his race Had to kick ass over sixteen planes Elric. Kept alive by his sword Stormbringer stole souls for the Chaos Lords. Eternal Champion. Multiverse of the mind Everything he wrote somehow intertwined Michael Moorcock born in 1939! The Sundred Worlds! The Wrecks of Time! Moor...cock..cock...cock! Moor...cock..cock...cock! Moorcock smoked pot with Lemmy You think you wrote a lot of books, he wrote twice as many Von Beck was Mike's Grandad Best Eternal Champion a kid ever had The Golden Barge or any of his stories Ironic fables, simple allegories The great rock-n-roll swindle... Well, why the fuck not? Hawkwind and Moorcock write books and rock Moor...cock..cock...cock! Moor...cock..cock...cock!