Wizzy J - Rock 'n' Roll's Heavy Toll lyrics

[Verse I: GhostOfAnEgo] He's just a guitarist He's just an artist He tries his hardest In school he's socially retarded No cool bullied and bombarded No fool he darted down the hall Sat in a stall enthralled with graffiti Conceited he added his own Tatted the throne Students tattled on him alone No regrets, he get suspension So he picked up the pick and Kicked it even more Tore into riffs till his midriff was sore Poured heart and soul into rock 'n' roll But he doesn't rock anymore [Chorus: GhostOfAnEgo] Top spot in the spotlight The American Dream What does America mean? Eclectic solos and million dollar made men A feeling we made Way back when [Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo] See an agent aided his meteor rise See each girl would meet his eyes With mouths wide in surprise at his Presence, never getting his essence See he never understood the age old lessons But he understood the age old reference Birds and bees and knocking knees Hopping from girl to girl as he please Stopping in between to see he's still unhappy Unfilled he tapped into sappy song after song To denote wrongs in the right notes The day prose the night knows One show the sun showed a girl had a backstage pa** A backstage path to his heart Her jet black eyes said no It was just a setback though He kept at his set list slow Get this though, she left his show No groupie to stoop to kissing his boot He booted his dressing room booty Undressing his life like a true artist He charted it till now Now he mused at his blues confused Used to skinny women skimming bills Off king hills while he digged in them Did them From left field she left this legend Might I mention she caught his attention But not his affection Infected a new emotional dilemna And can ya imagine the gin in that evening As he contemplated leaving his rock life Bereaving his locked life Believing his stock in life Might need to be reinvested Others had suggested it He rejected it Now he reflected on it He regretted letting himself think advice Is a vice of the nice Would he pay the price of a past life Or right the past nights? [Chorus] [Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo] He wrote a long song on long gone memories Ending the epic debauchery Honesty, letting it lend an end to back then To back when he did them He did then and unsuspected thing Effected the strings with an undirected ring Redirected rocking, rocking the rock world Not concerned with band ballads The man had talent Here's the curse to the gift He drifts to it from time to time To refind his mind He dines on a sole sour in his poor soul His story told at tolls to pa**ing drivers Of pa**ion's drive Of hitching a pa**ing ride for a wild time To partake in pa**ion as is the fashion Only for heartache to bash in [Chorus]