Album Name : Welcome to the Wasteland (Deluxe Version)
Release Date : 2010-08-23
Song Duration : 4:37
Bad City Call Paul Stanley
Come on! I started out alone, down avenues and open roads. the same girls, the same streets, her dirty stage and empty seats. I said hey fortune teller take it from me, you really can't count on anything except the sound and the dream the shape of things you never see.
I said he looks like a boy, but when he sings oh man cheap sunglasses and a rock and roll tan mo mo money and mo mo fans rock and roll angel to answer his prayers.
He's got the crowd on his side and the blue jean lights in his eyes gonna call Paul Stanley on the telephone in the middle of the night (middle of night) and if he doesn't die young then he'll fake it, he spills his blood on the stage but it's never enough, holds his hands to the sky and he smiles cause he won't make it.
he headed west alone, late every night, so far from home then we crashed, and we burned we live on the edge, we'll never learn.
I said he looks like a boy but when he sings oh man cheap sunglasses and a rock and roll tan mo mo money and mo mo fans rock and roll angel to answer his prayers
He's got the crowd on his side and the blue jean lights in his eyes gonna call Paul Stanley on the telephone in the middle of the night (middle of night) and if he doesn't die young then he'll fake it he spills his blood on the stage but it's never enough holds his hands to the sky and he smiles cause he won't make it
I realize what keeps me awake my every wild dream come true I think I found my rock and roll angel in you (in you)
Yeah
He has the crowd on his side and the blue jean light in his eyes gonna call Paul Stanley on the telephone in the middle of the night (middle of night) and if he doesn't die young then he'll fake it he spills his blood on the stage but it's never enough holds his hands to the sky and he smiles cause he won't make it
Oh yea cause he won't make it