Kick in an amp or something
Break a couple rules
Let out all this angst at nothing
Just break down and rock
I need to cut The Punk loose
I've tied him up too long
Let me ease my ******* loud-mouthed soul
With some nasty
******
Noisy
Rock 'n' roll
Let me yell until my voice hurts
And play til my fingertips bleed
Feel the beat that my gramps said would send me to Hell
Yeah...
That sounds sweet.
my gramps never actually said I'd go to Hell, but it works in the poem, so.... whatever.