Hey Rory, you`re off to London
Playin` the blues with a band called Taste
Gonna hit the big time?
You better - you`re the best
On your night you could even leave
Hendrix in the dust
I want to thank you for what you did
No more messin` with the Kid
Hero came back to Dublin
The only one sober we`re all out of our heads
Long hair flyin`
Blue denims drippin with sweat
Volts of lightnin` in your fingers
Pride of bein` the best
What the hell happened, head,
Where did the lightnin` go?
Did it burn right through your fingers
To the cockles of your soul?
Leavin` you stranded
A million miles away from the rest of us....
I want to thank you for what you did
No more messin` with the Kid
So long, old son, that`s it
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