Lost Chords
The support band have finished their final tune
We're next, but first here's a fact
Rolling stone, Kerrang! and NME
Rate us the best live act
Countdown going, I hear the intro
Of some classical masterpiece
The adrenalin is pumping hard
Time to unleash the beast
3-2-1 you're on, good luck
we were going to need it
The crowd is going wild
Already we're a hit
This is awesome, this is fantastic
What could possibly go wrong
We've sold out wembley arena
And we have the number one song
Here we come to my bit
Here go's. Its a bit too soon?
The crowd are starting to boo me
This guitar is out of tune
How spooky, this can't be real
Everyone is staring at me with evil eyes
I'm trying hard to get it right
But these notes are untuned lies
So i took off my guitar. Exit stage left
I felt small. I didn't belong here
So I fled and left them to it
That was the end of my rockstar career
poem by Dave Sherratt
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