Rock n Rolls Heavy Toll by GhostOfAnEgo Lyrics
[Verse I: GhostOfAnEgo]
He's just a guitarist
He's just an artist
He tries his hardest
In school he's socially retarded
No cool bullied and bombarded
No fool he darted down the hall
Sat in a stall enthralled with graffiti
Conceited he added his own
Tatted the throne
Students tattled on him alone
No regrets, he get suspension
So he picked up the pick and
Kicked it even more
Tore into riffs till his midriff was sore
Poured heart and soul into rock 'n' roll
But he doesn't rock anymore
[Chorus: GhostOfAnEgo]
Top spot in the spotlight
The American Dream
What does America mean?
Eclectic solos and million dollar made men
A feeling we made
Way back when
[Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo]
See an agent aided his meteor rise
See each girl would meet his eyes
With mouths wide in surprise at his
Presence, never getting his essence
See he never understood the age old lessons
But he understood the age old reference
Birds and bees and knocking knees
Hopping from girl to girl as he please
Stopping in between to see he's still unhappy
Unfilled he tapped into sappy song after song
To denote wrongs in the right notes
The day prose the night knows
One show the sun showed a girl had a backstage pass
A backstage path to his heart
Her jet black eyes said no
It was just a setback though
He kept at his set list slow
Get this though, she left his show
No groupie to stoop to kissing his boot
He booted his dressing room booty
Undressing his life like a true artist
He charted it till now
Now he mused at his blues confused
Used to skinny women skimming bills
Off king hills while he digged in them
Did them
From left field she left this legend
Might I mention she caught his attention
But not his affection
Infected a new emotional dilemna
And can ya imagine the gin in that evening
As he contemplated leaving his rock life
Bereaving his locked life
Believing his stock in life
Might need to be reinvested
Others had suggested it
He rejected it
Now he reflected on it
He regretted letting himself think advice
Is a vice of the nice
Would he pay the price of a past life
Or right the past nights?
[Chorus]
[Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo]
He wrote a long song on long gone memories
Ending the epic debauchery
Honesty, letting it lend an end to back then
To back when he did them
He did then and unsuspected thing
Effected the strings with an undirected ring
Redirected rocking, rocking the rock world
Not concerned with band ballads
The man had talent
Here's the curse to the gift
He drifts to it from time to time
To refind his mind
He dines on a sole sour in his poor soul
His story told at tolls to passing drivers
Of passion's drive
Of hitching a passing ride for a wild time
To partake in passion as is the fashion
Only for heartache to bash in
[Chorus]
He's just a guitarist
He's just an artist
He tries his hardest
In school he's socially retarded
No cool bullied and bombarded
No fool he darted down the hall
Sat in a stall enthralled with graffiti
Conceited he added his own
Tatted the throne
Students tattled on him alone
No regrets, he get suspension
So he picked up the pick and
Kicked it even more
Tore into riffs till his midriff was sore
Poured heart and soul into rock 'n' roll
But he doesn't rock anymore
[Chorus: GhostOfAnEgo]
Top spot in the spotlight
The American Dream
What does America mean?
Eclectic solos and million dollar made men
A feeling we made
Way back when
[Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo]
See an agent aided his meteor rise
See each girl would meet his eyes
With mouths wide in surprise at his
Presence, never getting his essence
See he never understood the age old lessons
But he understood the age old reference
Birds and bees and knocking knees
Hopping from girl to girl as he please
Stopping in between to see he's still unhappy
Unfilled he tapped into sappy song after song
To denote wrongs in the right notes
The day prose the night knows
One show the sun showed a girl had a backstage pass
A backstage path to his heart
Her jet black eyes said no
It was just a setback though
He kept at his set list slow
Get this though, she left his show
No groupie to stoop to kissing his boot
He booted his dressing room booty
Undressing his life like a true artist
He charted it till now
Now he mused at his blues confused
Used to skinny women skimming bills
Off king hills while he digged in them
Did them
From left field she left this legend
Might I mention she caught his attention
But not his affection
Infected a new emotional dilemna
And can ya imagine the gin in that evening
As he contemplated leaving his rock life
Bereaving his locked life
Believing his stock in life
Might need to be reinvested
Others had suggested it
He rejected it
Now he reflected on it
He regretted letting himself think advice
Is a vice of the nice
Would he pay the price of a past life
Or right the past nights?
[Chorus]
[Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo]
He wrote a long song on long gone memories
Ending the epic debauchery
Honesty, letting it lend an end to back then
To back when he did them
He did then and unsuspected thing
Effected the strings with an undirected ring
Redirected rocking, rocking the rock world
Not concerned with band ballads
The man had talent
Here's the curse to the gift
He drifts to it from time to time
To refind his mind
He dines on a sole sour in his poor soul
His story told at tolls to passing drivers
Of passion's drive
Of hitching a passing ride for a wild time
To partake in passion as is the fashion
Only for heartache to bash in
[Chorus]