Who...A mask of flesh and boneOf secrets hidden and unknown Who am I Records redacted and blacked outOf them is no whisper or shout Who am I Friend to the lonely crowOf which none truly know Who am I Take a single guessPlease don't leave a mess
Rockin'Music notes of pounding rainComing at you like a freight trainHarvest of the bass and guitarAll those looking to be a star. A headbanging sort of bluesZeppelin and Stones spread the newsStadiums filled to the brimScreaming a dirty hymn. Highway to fortune and fameMake yourself a legendary nameTruly born to be wildRock really is a problem child.