Testi:
Guitar Master

CHORUS: Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I don't know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar

Up Little Susie.) (No, ah, Devoted To You.) (Devoted To You. Well, Carl, do you know the guitar part?) (Yeah.) (You must know the guitar part.) (Here,

with your touch, I'd just about convinced myself that nothin' had changed that much. The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key, Somebody

Cornelius, Don King Lunchin' down in Palm Springs Long the ring, crackin' cars Dirty money, give the wax to Juan Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage Thug niggas using Mack Guitar

me Daemon call thee ancient, travel unto Satan Bring a forth the blood red sea Evil seed, injected Daemon freed, the calling Demon Lord, master Satan

59] Disemboweled on the altar Jesus Christ Entrails in the pentagram circle Spill his blood and reversing catholic hymn Invocate the onslaught of Satan Master

more than this I gotta believe in somethin more than that Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black [Chorus] [DMC] Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master

surprise), bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master

I live my dream, my guitar is a time machine A magic journey to the land of the free I start to play, Heavy Metal is the only way To fly into the dream