Rock Monsters
Looking like a caveman even in a suit.
Everybit a low class bard and lute.
Audio explosion
lacking in emotion.
Lyrical erosion.
Ain't it cute?
Sweeter that a long lick up and down my axe.
Turn it up and drop it off the back.
Do another gong crash.
Add a decent gig smash.
Instruments are just cash
in the bank.
We are the future don't you know it's true.
We are the superstars of you and you.
Rock Monsters.
Rock Monsters.
Hitting like a mad fool living on the edge.
Eating all the raw meat not the veg.
Banging on the wood floor.
Opening the wrong door.
Making all the rich pour
out their rage.
Opening the big tour flashing all our eyes.
Loving is a pay back and surprise.
Stringing up the U.K.
Good is sounding okay.
We are deaf but can play
rock guitar.
We are the future don't you know it's true.
We are the superstars of you and you.
Rock Monsters.
Rock Monsters.
Hairy as a cave man on my chest.
Looking good with no shirt I do best.
Open up the vocal
then on to the local,
maybe rip off procul
harum next.
Listen here Apache got me wrong.
I can sing a drum in white man tongue.
Bus: another saga.
Doing coke and lager.
Playing for the Aga
Khan too long.
We are the future don't you know it's true.
We are the superstars of you and you.
Rock Monsters.
Rock Monsters.
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