Rock God Dreams

[martygreene]

hey you with your rock god dreams
your oily soft hair
and your studded leather eyes
lay your head in my lap for a while
we'll dream up the songs that you'll make famous
your fingers know the chords
and your guitar knows the rest
hey you with your rock god dreams
your die young attitude
and your steal-their-heart smile
lay yourself in my arms for a while
we'll imagine your life touring the world
your name being screamed
and your body being worshipped
hey you with your rock god dreams
let me feel you slip into greatness