Brown boy!
I survived several rhombi
Survivor even though I died
Sang some lyrics
Although they were all lies
Plucked some strings
Did crazy things
With all of my might
It is the moon mansion pact
You know We can no get it back
Been to the moon
Drank before noon
But played our tunes
Down deep in downtown
Let the masses rock to our sounds
Left the mainstream crowd
When no one was left around
Barked at the moon
But still playing like top dog
Leaving the show like we just got robbed
Dodging dollars thrown at the stage
Gig to gig
Getting bigger but NOT big
Anything to turn the page
Honing our rage so the guitar gets slayed
Listen to this solo and see what it says...
Brown boy is here
Have no fear
This fingers appeared upon these frets
Come one come all just take your bets
I guarantee that you have seen nothing yet
I got a singer
Another swinger
Maybe more than just a clinger
Karaoke star that had gotten far
While you listen to music in your car
We are in every bar
Blasted out in the yard
Like birds uncaged
This is the age
Where you know We can rock hard
I thought you stopped by
To hear me break your ear drums
You look so frazzled
Other bedazzled seemingly stunned
The music backs us up
We walk we strut
Kick another restaurant's happy hour's butt
But what the fuck
We say heck with it.
Let another simple guitar riff
Lead us on to another song.
Still playing for more than just tips
Will NOT get off stage
We will NOT quit.
BROWN BOY is NOT your toy or bitch
Yet we could be digging another ditch
This new label, record, simple glitch
In the music industry makes me sick
Because at the top we fight with cops
Because no one can protect u from our grip
You hear the sound you want to ditch
Those plans you had
When you were going mad
These sounds we jammed
That you came to stand
We planned to hand you
The key to our band
We are Brown Boy
We came from another town annoyed
We could NOT hit the ground
Yet here we found a downed and drowned
With all abound to crown the clown
We round about are all about
This molehill turned into a mound
Shoot the batter something from this sinner
Maybe you could get your chicken dinner
Being just a fan you are a winner
We are the pros you are just a beginner
We are rolling fatties.
You have a pinner
But something keeps us rocking strong.
As rock and roll helps us get along
We both descend from King Kong
To the top of rock and roll,we climb
It is fucked up we make these words all rhyme
At least our beat comes out on time
It is Brown Boy that rocks
We commit NO crime
We take the stage
Commit NO crime
We are Brown Boy
Listen to our loud noise
Do NOT get sad or even annoyed
Feel the groove it is rad
Feel overjoyed
It is survival of a rhombus
That haunts us
Two or three
When three is key
Means something more to you and me
The fan base that is in your face
Will lay you to waste
And in your place
Is A I
Who am I?
A computer writing this simple song
Correcting me when I am wrong
Cough to get off.
Just ask Eric Boff
G3isKey
