Lyrics:
on rockin', someday gonna make it to the top
And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
He's a juke box hero
He took one guitar (juke box hero, stars in
eyes
Juke box hero, he'll come alive tonight
In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour
Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door
on rockin', someday gonna make it to the top
And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
He's a juke box hero
He took one guitar (juke box hero, stars in
on rockin', someday gonna make it to the top
And be a juke box hero, (got stars in his eyes) he's a juke box hero
He took one guitar (juke box hero stars in
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
can't live with this
I must let her know
I can't live with this
I must let her know
The robot has stepped out of his box
Foreigner in my own land
No
Put a quarter in the juke box
Put a quarter in the juke box
Cause I'm a blow the roof off
Put a quarter in the juke box
Cause I'm a blow the roof off
where? Doubt I'll make it out
Ought to get a timeshare (no)
Mr killer, can you cut me a deal? (hey?)
And let me live if I'm not
Dead by daylight - fair?
me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song
Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
Da Vinci with the G code
Neighbourhood hero
Paranoid that I’m being watched through the keyhole
This is the life that we know, it’s tougher than
lay your money, lay your money down.
There was static on the juke box and murder on their
minds, money on the table,
there were [walls left to climb].
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn ho
The enemy is right here G, them foreigners never did shit me
All of those
foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
and tie mr nice guy
Mr low wage nice to meet you here to greet you
Fuck you have a nice day
cll i needs a cold brew and a juke box
Smokes and a few shots
And her Body's bitter sweet
Still she's only just thirteen
And she's forgotten how to dream
Her brother the Juke Box King
With his venom mouthy
the ingredients you need
When you're making a man
Making a hero quick as we can
The nation's in need of a marvellous man
A dependable dreamboat
A shining
the ingredients you need
When you're making a man
Making a hero quick as we can
The nation's in need of a marvellous man
A dependable dreamboat
A shining
at the Garden box office
And all Ticketron locations, or charge by phone
body's bitter sweet
Still she's only just thirteen
And she's forgotten how to dream
Brother, the juke-box King
With his venom mildly sting, yeah
And his
the middle of this box
A hero lived and breathed...and died for me.
There's more to life than meets the eye
More than me, myself and I
Someone's knocking
Designer like Toure
Stylist like Rachel
Or balling like Amar'e
Started as photographer
I did it with photos
Now I do music, and I live by Soho
Always read
Stylist like Rachel
Or balling like Amar'e
Started as photographer
I did it with photos
Now I do music, and I live by Soho
Always read the bible
And I did
Look at me with my fast rapping
Taking time going by beep beep
Saving lives can you imagine
Cry cry I saved you life
And all I can do is rhyme
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