Micah P. Hinson
The Leading Guy
Words wouldn't come stumbled all deaf and dumbAs the crowd awaits his great escapeAnd his fingers wouldn't move nervous back and blueJust an eye game, game away nowAnd he had movedAnd he had moved on to god knows whereAnd he had moved on none of us careAnd he had moved on to god knows whereAnd he had moved on none of us careSo the crowd spit him outAnd they shot him through the skiesThey crucified rock and rolls worst leading guyAnd he had moved on to god knows whereAnd he had moved on none of us careAnd he had moved on to god knows whereAnd he had moved on none of us careAnd he had moved on to god knows whereAnd he had moved on none of us careAnd he had moved on to god knows whereAnd he had moved on none of us care
From Letras Mania