His grip is not frozen in one old G chord
Looking for thousands of bodies
With luck he might make it without losing his way.
The return of the golden guitarist

His eyes are as flat as an old 45
That somehow never quite charted
Out of his mouth spews vinyl and wax
The return of the golden guitarist

It's time to come clean, to come back this way
Time to come back in the harness
You've stolen our lust, now he has found
The return of the golden guitarist

What gives him the right to talk that way
Pray silence, now don't get me started
You got freedom of speech, but you got nothing to say
So welcome the golden guitarist

His eyes are as flat as an old 45
That somehow never quite charted
Out of his mouth spews vinyl and wax
The return of the golden guitarist


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