Back packs going for the green, pirates of tinsel town Knock knock, banging on the doors, good deals are hard to find A black suit opens the door, a shining corporate star No hit he mumbles as he hears big chords from the guitars
Going from low to a higher ground From a hard knock life into pixie dust Ready set go and we're taking off Like a skyrockt to oblivionm, and he said
I can't hear a single, this song in 7/8 It's dead has passed its sell by date There's no spark no jingle, nor hooks nor four on the floor Kick out the Harvard preppy dudes, let in Hollywood
No deal, mission incomplete If you only could take the cotton from your ears And put in your mouth
I can't hear a single, this song in 7/8 It's dead has passed its sell by date There's no spark no jingle, nor hooks nor four on the floor Kick out the Harvard preppy dudes, let in Hollywood
Footsteps echo in the night The road of broken dreams Footprints from a brighter day Slowly fades away