I wanna be a singer in a band and play shows all over
The world so here i go
I'm looking in the paper and i see the ad'
For a heavy metal singer don't matter how bad
The very next week we're at back of jeff's garage
And we staryed our band
We got six watt amps and attitude that says
"Fuck you" i know what i wanna do
We were born in the smoke and red light
We were young, we were fasr, it was never gonna last
We were kings, when we were kings
A different time, a different place.
A different destiny to face
When we were kings, when we were kings
Don't know how to drink, sing fight or swear
In a small town english state of despair
I got a hotel job cleaning up puke
With a fuckin' fat bully telling me what to do
I haven't got a girlfrieng and i haven't got a dream
And i haven't got a future mapped out for me
I'm going nowhere slow i got nothing new
Then i ask myself what i wanna do.