Bolan's Crash

See, it's easy to chock up
On lost luck or talent tripped up
And left lying down there on the ground
We lie on our legends
Like a whore hoping the next trick pays up
We lie about legends sure the next ones won't come along

The what could have beens are simply all gone
The old yardsticks are hard sticks to break
So unplug the electric warrior
Send a telegram to Uncle Sam
"The old glories, the old stories fade"

Some are bound for glory, and others just bound
Neither one ever stopped this world from turning around
So pick up the slack of the heroes and the hacks
Turn your back, forgetin' Bolan's crash

Hold on to memories just like a band aid
Let them heal, and then, then rip them away
Bleed out that red hot real for all the people to steal
Toss the crutches of maybes away

Some are bound for glory, and others just bound
Neither one ever stopped this world from turning around
So pick up the slack of the heroes and the hacks
Turn your back, forgetin' Bolan's crash



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Reber, Eric Davidson, James Weber, William Randt
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