Playin' the blues with a band called Taste
Gonna hit the big time?
You better - you're the best
On your night you could even leave
Hendrix in the dust
I want to thank you for what you did
No more messin' with the Kid
Hero came back to Dublin
The only one sober we're all out of our heads
Long hair flyin'
Blue denims drippin with sweat
Volts of lightnin' in your fingers
Pride of bein' the best
What the hell happened, head,
Where did the lightnin' go?
Did it burn right through your fingers
To the cockles of your soul?
Leavin' you stranded
A million miles away from the rest of us....
I want to thank you for what you did
No more messin' with the Kid
So long, old son, that's it
No more messin' with the kid
Hey Rory, you're off to London Playin' the blues with a band called Taste Gonna hit the big time? You better - you're the best On your night you could even leave Hendrix in the dust I want to thank you for what you did No more messin' with the Kid Hero came back to Dublin The only one sober we're all out of our heads Long hair flyin' Blue denims drippin with sweat Volts of lightnin' in your fingers Pride of bein' the best What the hell happened, head, Where did the lightnin' go? Did it burn right through your fingers To the cockles of your soul? Leavin' you stranded A million miles away from the rest of us.... I want to thank you for what you did No more messin' with the Kid So long, old son, that's it No more messin' with the kid Explain Request ×
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