i dream of a quiet life and noisy guitars
praying under those illuminated stars
distorted on a Telecaster
playing dirty for all them fakingnasted bathers.
fascinated by your temptations
remove that sensation
amputate my songs
and all your goodbyes and so longs.
bye bye,buy me a long solo
aint got no glam,the fortune, the pain
aint got no metal,the blues,the rain.
i got nothing and my God, not even a Halo.
He just aint illuminated by those neon lights.
Left without twentynine fights,
so i am born and blowing His horn.
without a voice, naked and so porn
they censored my face
but i did win the race.
so i am coming back now with my friendly furies
gonna shoot them all,the truth that buries.
machinegunned to your graves
they will sing your story in the fire for you,you Braves.
you are history.
tommorow is todays child,and yesterday;
you are so so far away,
oh, you are so passe!
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