Letras
A warm welcome please for epic recordin' artist
The Michael Stanley Band
With 13 lovers, I hid beneath the covers
Got staples in my hands for my time
With the radio low, so the folks don't know
I proceed with my passionate crime
And there's somewhat of truth, I've been told this abuse
Will more likely make me go blind
But with a heart that's achin', it's a risk worth takin'
'Cause true love, they say, is so hard to find, yeah, yeah
I say, why can't she see what she's doin' to me?
If the bandstand girl only was here
And I'm livin' the dream, gettin' lost on the screen
Doin' Presley in front of the mirror
And I'm hangin' around, gettin' high on the sounds
Of the ladies electric guitars
Cross the double yellow line to who knows where
For six cents of glory at night in some bar
Midwest midnight
Ten thousand watts of holy light
From my radio's clear
Bodies glistenin'
Everybody listenin'
As the man plays all the hits that you wanna hear
With the will to believe and my songs on my sleeve
Well, if only he'd known from the start
Such a sensitive toy for a suburban boy
Who believed he was sufferin' for art
And then somethin' went wrong, and he watched as his songs
Met a slow death of silence, but worse
He was taken to task by some critic who asked
"Do you write words or lyrics first?"
I hear 'em callin'
"Boy, you should be grateful
To get your foot inside the door
You know there's thousands out there
Who would take your place
This attitude of yours, my son
Well, it lacks the due respect
Well, you bite the hand that feeds you
Even if you're never there"
Chasin' the fame keeps 'em all in the game
But money's still the way they keep score
And nobody told you that you would get old
Strung out like some avenue whore
Awaitin' release, gettin' shot through the grease