Meet The Star

Knees are the kneeds where souls try out
Wee of the weeds where stems dry out
Long yellow fingers, dust-colored stash
The blundering good men, their stone bones now ash

Meet the star, his plectrum strums
A universal web

Stun gun runners who cram their threads
Out to balloons their hot air threats
Gone the fear, soon to release
His thundering brain children out from their crease

Meet the star, his plectrum strums
A universal web

Meet the star, his plectrum strums
A universal web
Meet the star, his plectrum strums
A universal web