Call me what ever you want.
I was raised on highway star
& smoke on the water,
a bit of purple haze
& a whole lotta love.
Ain't nothing strange
'bout La Grange &
that girl with faraway eyes
was never my beast of burden.
I got tied to the whipping post
& survived with the young turks
on the stairway to heaven.
So it really doesn't matter
what name you call me.
But just imagine
if you drank some eliminator,
you'd be stone blue too.
And that alone,
makes me invincible.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Call me what ever you want.
I was raised on highway star
& smoke on the water,
a bit of purple haze
& a whole lotta love.
Ain't nothing strange
'bout La Grange &
that girl with faraway eyes
was never my beast of burden.
I got tied to the whipping post
& survived with the young turks
on the stairway to heaven.
So it really doesn't matter
what name you call me.
But just imagine
if you drank some eliminator,
you'd be stone blue too.
And that alone,
makes me invincible.
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