There's a mosh pit next to the kitchen-sink
I bang my head as I do my dishes
fire to the flames as I move my hips
when the crowd goes wild can you read my lips?
The drum beat meets the one in my heart
guitar goes crazy right from the start
words pounding down the gates of dark
mind spinning 'round - exploding the stars
Are you ready for the thing when the devil walks in?
is your soul on fire when you dance on the string?
are you already gone, when the heat is on?
when the ride is wild ask your hands to be tied?
Spit some flames to the burning fire
who ever you are, what ever you desire
this is the target, aim twenty miles higher
be anything else but a sorry-ass liar
This in fine! I like it. Perhapes you are a poet, too!
VastaaPoistaI think I'm just a man who writes things down.
VastaaPoista