Lirama

You know, he's something like magic
A phenomenon this world's never seen
Well he's come down through the thunder
He's a rock and roll wonder, heaven sent him
Crashing down on the scene

You know he's not much to look at
But who cares when he can play like a beast
Well he can pack up the house
And then drive the crowd crazy
When he shows them, he's got hair on his teeth

You know you ought to see the way he handles
His six-string machine
The way he makes the sound cry
He just makes it so mean
He ain't got much of a voice
In fact, it sounds kind of hoarse
But his emotions got this power
When he breathes them across

Who cares if his pants ain't creased
He's the rock and roll beast

Listen to the band play
They pack it with the pump of a freight train
They're just so damn good
Backing the beast like they should
That' it'll drive you insane
They cut it sharp as a knife
Giving every song a life of its own
The beast storms across the stage
Like a cyclone at rage
The most violent act this world's ever known

And then the lights go down
And the beast falls to the ground
And with his hands on his face
He makes these moaning sounds
That give you chills down your spine
And he makes it look so real
That you believe that he's dying
And you feel everything he feels

Who cares if his pants ain't creased
He's a rock and roll beast

And the lights go down
The beast falls to the ground
With his hands on his face
He makes these moaning sounds
That give you chills down your spine
And he makes it look so real
That you believe that he's dying
And you feel everything he feels

One moment he's soft and gentle
The crowd melts in his hand
The next he'll kick you in the face
Saying “Hey, you don't understand!
Wasn't that you who turned away
When I needed that hand?
You know, you left me there for dead
But I didn't die, I am back again!”