The Show (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 you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Or maybe you're a god (Baby you're an icon) (Maybe you're a hard on) Or maybe you're 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 you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Or maybe you're god You can't refrain From going insane It's what you want to do (Maybe you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Or maybe you're a god (Maybe you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Maybe you're god Now that rock & roll's 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 can't refrain From going insane It's what you want to do Do Do Do Do (Maybe you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Or maybe you're a god (Maybe you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Or maybe you're god (Maybe you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Or maybe you're a god (Maybe you're an icon) (Baby you're a hard on) Or maybe you're god Whoa! It's 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