Theres a crazy sense of duty As he licks between his fingers Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands Theres a strong determination That his teachers never witnessed Never close enough to understand Hes like a bull just bred for fighting He dont deliver nothing Outside the only thing that he knows School report just says hes lazy His brother says hes crazy But take a look cos there he goes Through the avenues of fashion To the palaces of dreams All the way down Guitar Street To some guitars are hot-rods All along the quest for macho To others a would-be ticket out of town For Joe a six-string sten gun In the Panto-revolution And Stevies all just strictly sound Hes like a bull just bred for fighting He dont deliver nothing Outside the only thing that he knows School report just says hes lazy His brother says hes crazy But anyway take a look cos there he goes Through the avenues of fashion To the palaces of dreams All the way down Guitar Street
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 03:15:46 +0000
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