Death by Lovesong

Now hear this story from the ancient sands 'Bout a goblin want to be in a band With his drum set, playing a beat The way it can't be beat The way the music kissed his soul Getting lost in Rock N' Roll Passion by day, obsession by night Guitar strings thick and tight How he were young and felt so much He would cry for his favorite band The power in a power chord Attraction to his hands The tendency to want to jam all night Staying up with all his might Electricity, in the air Clapping hands, waving hair The goblin wasn't made for these times His activity was listed as crime There's no room for giving your all Rise above, we'll make you fall Summoned to court, drove his van Council of The Man Two counts of fret work so frantic Three counts of helpless romantic (How will you perish for your wrongs?) Death by lovesong