i read the paper just the other day about a buddy of mine who headed to an early grave they say he went in his sleep with a smile on his face bet he was dreaming about those better days when the crash of the drums hit like the waves on a beach that cheap bass and guitar and our wildest dreams we were searching for a savior like anybody else trying to save ourselves from ourselves our parents all held jobs but we had other plans we acted like our heroes they just didn t understand we were never afraid to fall it was us and those four walls nothing else felt so right just us those guitars and a saturday night nothing else felt so right just us those guitars
['glam metal', 'rock']