Jon Langford
Return of the Golden Guitarist
His grip is not frozen in one old G chordLooking for thousands of bodiesWith luck he might make it without losing his way. The return of the golden guitaristHis eyes are as flat as an old 45 That somehow never quite chartedOut of his mouth spews vinyl and wax The return of the golden guitaristIt's time to come clean, to come back this wayTime to come back in the harnessYou've stolen our lust, now he has foundThe return of the golden guitaristWhat gives him the right to talk that wayPray silence, now don't get me startedYou got freedom of speech, but you got nothing to saySo welcome the golden guitaristHis eyes are as flat as an old 45 That somehow never quite chartedOut of his mouth spews vinyl and wax The return of the golden guitarist
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