4 acessos
When I was fifteen
I found a friend
We'd play for hours and hours
Turned up on ten
The walls would shake
The neighbors scream
They were just rowdy fans
In my rockin' dream
Up in my bedroom
Up on the walls
Posters of rock gods
Ace, Gene and Paul
Pose in the mirror
A power chord
Metal militia
My six string sword
I know I'll never get out of this bar
I know I'll always drive a funky car
But I don't need to be no superstar
'Cause I still get to wail on my guitar
So now I'm older
I work each day
But when I'm done with work
I get to play
I'm not a rockstar