Black Guitar

Yah! He has lost the drive Mixing with a chick flying high on jets Scattering dust on middle class nesting grounds Couldn't keep his guitar He is Sulking like a kid over bursts of jealous rages All the confidence he established Melting away with a single rainfall Hey! Who bought him that heavy black guitar? Don't leave it lying around the black guitar Someone tie it to him Goes to prove he really had nothing to start out with Hey boy! Where you heading? Down south? To buy trouble Hey! Who bought him that heavy black guitar? Don't leave it lying around the black guitar Someone tie it to him