November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Sophie (??)
She will take it if you let her,
Uh, uh.

Everything she does is crazy,
Routines (??) tired and lazy,
Drugs they make her head all hazy.

Who do you think you are?
Classic rock star.

When your thoughts get lost in a maze,
And you never had to find your own way, find your own way.

Now you've got to find your own way, find your own way.

Cheap shots,
Sleazy bars,
Mini skirts and push-up bras,
She sold the (??) moved to mars.

Who do you think you are?
Classic rock star.

When your thoughts get lost in a maze,
And you never had to find your own way, find your own way.

Now you've got to find your own way, find your own way.

You know you've got to go, you've got to go faster.
You know you've got to go, you've got to go faster.
You know you've got to go, you've got to go faster.
You know you've got to go, you've got to go faster!

Who do you think you are?
Classic rock star.

When your thoughts get lost in a maze,
And you never had to find your own way, find your own way.

Now you've got to find your own way, find your own way.

Maybe we could leave the gas on in the kitchen,
Maybe we could put a bullet,
In her head.

Maybe we could kill her with your guitar,
Oh my god I think Sophies dead!

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