*It starts off... A dark stage and then a beam of light, and you can see me and my guitar*
In the end of time
There was a man who knew the road
And the writing, was written on the stone
*And then a thin layer of fog comes in around my ankles
Roadies that means dry ice we're gonna talk about this later*
In the ancient time
An artist led the way
But no one, seemed to understand
*Chimes, Freddy*
In his heart he knew
The artist must be true
But the legend, of the rent was way past due
*And then Katie you come in with the bass*
Well you think you'll be just fine... Without me, but your mine!
You think you can, kick me out of the band
*And then Zach you come in with the face melter*
Well there's just one problem there
The band is mine
How can you kick me out... Of what is mine
*And then... Hawaii 5-0, you ever see that show? O. K. Well there's a drum solo in there...*
You're not hardcore
Unless you live hardcore
*And then... That's where I want the back-up singers to be like*
Well you're not hardcore
(No you're not hardcore)
Unless you live hardcore
(Unless you live hardcore)
But the legend of the rent was way hardcore
*Boom! Big ol' explosion... Some like confetti comes down
Anyway, that's all I got so far, it's a work in progress*
