Street Sage
I walk down to the water once
To take off a big load
I woke up on the shore of Lower River Road
Two spirits greeted me
Told me tribute was owed
I asked them what a wanderer
Could offer their abode
Yeah, I'm a street stage
Working for a weed wage
And I'm afraid that I can't turn a new page
We can rock out your stage
Rip it while we all rage
Rock the demons of the dawn with a
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
They led me to an altar
Of sunlight 'neath the trees
Four cats glided
Through the air and through the breeze
Spirits said 'here is your band
Make music for us please'
The sky tied out in all the clouds
Turned to L&Gs
Damn this is strange
Let's not try to enrage
We got a holy freay' deaky magical stage
Let's not try to engage
Shout like we're from buflav
Rock the demons of the dawn with a
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Five beams of light emerged
As our music filled the air
They shot out of our instruments
Made stones of those who stare
The spirits froze in place
Never did declare
That our songs were worthy
So we're stuck here in their lair
Yeah, I'm still a street sage
Workin' for a weed wage
And I'm afraid that I can't turn a new page
We could rock out your stage
Rip it while we all rage
Rock the demons of the dawn with a hey
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
To take off a big load
I woke up on the shore of Lower River Road
Two spirits greeted me
Told me tribute was owed
I asked them what a wanderer
Could offer their abode
Yeah, I'm a street stage
Working for a weed wage
And I'm afraid that I can't turn a new page
We can rock out your stage
Rip it while we all rage
Rock the demons of the dawn with a
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
They led me to an altar
Of sunlight 'neath the trees
Four cats glided
Through the air and through the breeze
Spirits said 'here is your band
Make music for us please'
The sky tied out in all the clouds
Turned to L&Gs
Damn this is strange
Let's not try to enrage
We got a holy freay' deaky magical stage
Let's not try to engage
Shout like we're from buflav
Rock the demons of the dawn with a
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Five beams of light emerged
As our music filled the air
They shot out of our instruments
Made stones of those who stare
The spirits froze in place
Never did declare
That our songs were worthy
So we're stuck here in their lair
Yeah, I'm still a street sage
Workin' for a weed wage
And I'm afraid that I can't turn a new page
We could rock out your stage
Rip it while we all rage
Rock the demons of the dawn with a hey
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Hey hey, hey, hey
Ay ay, ay, ay
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Bilotti
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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