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
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