The Leading Guy

The Leading Guy - Micah P. Hinson

Words wouldn't come stumbled all deaf and dumb

As the crowd awaits his great escape

And his fingers wouldn't move nervous back and blue

Just an eye game game away now

And he had moved

And he had moved on to god knows where

And he had moved on none of us care

And he had moved on to god knows where

And he had moved on none of us care

So the crowd spit him out

And they shot him through the skies

They crucified rock and rolls worst leading guy

And he had moved on to god knows where

And he had moved on none of us care

And he had moved on to god knows where

And he had moved on none of us care

And he had moved on to god knows where

And he had moved on none of us care

And he had moved on to god knows where

And he had moved on none of us care