DEAD GUITAR

The spotlight's cracked

The stage is black

The audience won't clap

They want their money back

Hey Boy! Hey Boy!

I can make you a star

Who me? A star

But I sing like broken strings

I 'll go as far

as a dead guitar

Dead-Dead-Dead

D - D - D- D - D - D - Dead Guitar

Manager says I'm good

But he only pays in blood

It ain't the money, honey

I earn my life tonight