Rory

Hey Rory, you're off to London
Playing the blues with a band called Taste
Gonna hit the big time
You better, you're the best
On your nights you could even leave
Hendrix in the dust
I wanna thank you for what you did
No more messing with the kid
Hero came back to Dublin
The only one sober
We're all out of our heads
Long you've been flying
Blue denims dripping with sweat
Bolts of lightning in your fingers
Pride of being the best
I wanna thank you for what you did
No more messing with the kid
What the hell happened, Head?
Where did the lightning go?
Did it burn right to your fingers?
To the cockles of your soul?
Leaving you stranded
A million miles away from the rest of us
I wanna thank you for what you did
No more messing with the kid
So long, son, that's it
No more messing with the kid