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Living End Guitar Band

a star with my guitar in a guitar band Yeah, guitar band, a guitar band I'm gonna turn it on, get it strong with a guitar band (band, band) ALRIGHT!! Guitar Band, a Guitar Band

From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All the way live from

play this here old guitar As the years went on I made a few mistakes it was Trouble bound for this young man The police knockin' at my door Well he don't live

passed, their passion lives on A voice of reason injected into my soul A clash of guitars keeps me safe from the cold Static in the air at the frequencies end

right behind that big red maple in freehold Well, I went to school right here Got laid and had my first beer In freehold Well, my folks always lived

a vengeance, he arrived there with a thud he was living on the sidewalk, he was thinning out his blood I told the hotel clerk about my band and our

to the end, a solid reminder Couldn't deny a friend (Mike & Jian) We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison (Mike) Peekin' up the skirt of the end

finally live and do my music without the persecution I had known for so long. I hitchhiked all the way with a suitcase in one hand and my guitar in

problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home. Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone. Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks. Eloise who played guitar