Black 47 - Rory Lyrics
Hey Rory, you're off to LondonPlayin' the blues with a band called TasteGonna hit the big time?You better - you're the bestOn your night you could even leaveHendrix in the dustI want to thank you for what you didNo more messin' with the KidHero came back to DublinThe only one sober we're all out of our headsLong hair flyin'Blue denims drippin with sweatVolts of lightnin' in your fingersPride of bein' the bestWhat the hell happened, head,Where did the lightnin' go?Did it burn right through your fingersTo the *****les of your soul?Leavin' you strandedA million miles away from the rest of us....I want to thank you for what you didNo more messin' with the KidSo long, old son, that's itNo more messin' with the kid