Bulletboys

Let me entertain you
Rang through my head
I was a reckless child
And I did what he said
People came
From miles around
To hear the sound
That was tearing up the town
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre a god
(Baby youre an icon)
(Maybe youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre a dog
The next batter up
Was a man
A scary man
With the golden hands
He brought his axe
To bury the tracks
No mortal man
Could follow his act
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre god
You cant refrain
From going insane
Its what you want to do
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre a god
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Maybe youre god
Now that rock & rolls in the palm of our hands
We take it to the people every chance that we can
We are the party that never ends
Live by these words until we meet again
You cant refrain
From going insane
Its what you want to do
Do
Do
Do
Do
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre a god
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre god
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre a god
(Maybe youre an icon)
(Baby youre a hard on)
Or maybe youre god
Whoa! Its time for the show babe
N-n-n-n-no!
Whoa! Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Time for the show
Aha-ha-ha!
[ The Show Lyrics ]