Fuck the Jazz - Peer Günt

Paroles de la chanson Fuck The Jazz:

Swaggering guys like Kansas city fags

Sucking their cheecks like hungry shads

If that’s a look of the rock’n’roll

There’s something wrong

I know the business will take a part of me

In sunshine dreams I do not believe

But there is one thing I wanna say

It never kills my blues

I don’t wanna be a rock’n’roll star

Just wanna play my honky guitar

I don’t give a damn to fortune and fame

Just wanna do this in my own way

There are on the cover of the big magazine

Rock star for the very first time

They don’t tell what you are

They tell what you wear

Flash lights cover your way

They know what they want from you

And when years are tearn you down

You are all alone again

I’ve been waiting for this moment so long

And I’ve been dreaming this way so long time

All these years alone with my guitar

Now I know doing ain’t so far