Rock Show

"Rock Show"

            Jump into my ride and head for the show,
            Miles crawl by, my cars moving too slow.
            I'm pumped and determined to get there on time.
            I've got party favors and I've got my wine.
            You need proper warm-ups to get in the mood.
            With some beers and some herbage, there's no need to brood
           
            I'm going there to rock out with my favorite band.
            They're BADASS and SLEAZY, the best in the land.
            They threw down the gauntlet when they came on the scene.
            They made L.A. molten if you know what I mean?
            Many other groups followed but it wasn't the same
            This CRUE they were MOTLEY, they put them to shame!

            Sex, Drugs And Videotape were their claim to fame,
            The big hair and make-up made others look tame.
            Album after album they continued to rise,
            The filth and the fury, they sought out new highs.
            The drugs and the chaos would be their demise.

            No longer happy the singer he split,
            That left the three to sort out the shit.
            They tried a new singer but that didn't work.
            Was Vince really that big of a jerk?

            The years they passed by, the band faded away,
            No money to be made, no music to play.
            The drums they fell quiet and guitars they went silent
            It was all over for the fans to lament
            Our heros they toiled in the clubs on their own,
            Without each other they were just four guys on their own.

            It's several years later, new chapter for the book.
            The fans of our heros will get another look!
            Sometimes words sting and sometimes they hurt,
            But the guys they came clean when they wrote "The Dirt"
            Is it possible? Is it true?
            Would there be a reunion of the CRUE?
            Our heros, they rose from the ashes of time,
            Would one final tour be such a crime?

            So now here it is two-thousand and five,
            I'm going to see the legend alive.
            I arrive at the arena and I'm fully stoked,
            To relive the glory and peer into the smoke
            We stand and we wait, fully searched at the gate
            Some Crue-heads were funny but others irate
            Finding our seats, the curtain draws near,
            I hope it starts shortly, I'm getting low on beer.
     
            Hearts they race as the curtain is raised,
            The thundrous applause as the crowd starts its praise
            From MICK, power chords come a crashing
            I feel sorry for the drums TOMMY's bashing
            And NIKKI he's crazy as he thumps on his bass
            VINCE, he is happy from the smile on his face
            I can feel the heat that comes from the flame
            There stands our heros in glory not shame

            The crowd are wildly raising their hands
            As they have done for so many other bands
            All those fans so loyal and so true,
            No band more deserving than MOTLEY FREAKIN' CRUE!!!