Screamin? whitewall tires and a guitar by his side Billy?s got the fever as he rolls on through the night Some were born to listen, some were born to
for remembering everything Or synchronizing submarines Racing chariots, taming tiger sharks Constructing a portal to Mars Building a time machine, stretching a rubber tree Or wailing away on guitars
system for remembering everything Or synchronizing submarines Racing chariots, taming tiger sharks Constructing a portal to Mars Building a time machine, stretching a rubber tree Or wailing away on guitars
I see you picked me out from the crowd Could it be the way I play guitar? Master of the soft, not too loud One day, maybe I will be a star I see you picked
a 'Little Red Corvette' You might be surprised at what you gon' get Portland, can you hear me, tonight? Yeah, yeah, whoo On the keyboards, the master
Yeah My girl get in at 1:15 AM The guitar's cryin' right now Just a couple things goin' on in my life, you know Brim leanin', cup tilted, blunt flickin
if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more Oh, yes I can - guitar solo - I got a way through her closet behind her clothes A way through the attic that noone knows A master
m gonna do it anyway Got a guitar and a heart that's been broken A sorry gig and borrowed cigarettes A song I wrote for them jokers out there tokin' And a cherry master
I am here to save her life Because you told me to And I must obey my... obey my master Even when danger strikes T-1000 is here He knows where to find
cornelius, don king Lunchin' down in palm springs Long the ring, crackin' cars Dirty money, give the wax to juan Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage Thug niggas using mack guitar
somethin more than this I gotta believe in somethin more than that Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black [Chorus] [DMC] Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master
guitar The last of the new wave riders Will be the first of the new age masters The last of the new wave riders Will be the first of the new age masters
to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin' rap czar Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar
up his guitar, there's a change inside From the good dr. jekyll to the bad mr. hyde. Come on and clap your hands For the boogie man. He the wicked master
there Four nice kids from offa the street Why didn't they stay there? What is all the screaming about? Fainting and swooning Sounds to me like their guitars
fight for equal rights for niggaz Inventor of the more demented flow, nobody doubt it Just go for it, if you bout it bout it or rowdy, rowdy Whatever?s clever, the master
Front Porch Lounging With my eyes on the prize just sitting round strummin' guitar wasting time. Now I'm fish in the water Swimming all the seven seas
' by Time Rice Assistant engineers: Richard Dodd, John Brough and Andy Mason Musical associate: Fevin Townsend Songs arranged by Mike Moran and Freddie Mercury All keyboards: Mike Moran Bass guitar