Words wouldn't come stumbled all deaf and dumb As the crowd awaits his great escape And his fingers wouldn't move nervous are black and blue It's just an eye game, game away now And he had moved
And he had moved on to god knows where And he had moved on none of us care And he had moved on to god knows where And he had moved on none of us care
So the crowd spit him out And they shot him through the skies They crucified rock and rolls worst leading guy
And he had moved on to god knows where And he had moved on none of us care And he had moved on to god knows where And he had moved on none of us care
And he had moved on to god knows where And he had moved on none of us care And he had moved on to god knows where And he had moved on none of us care