Rock And Roll Fantasy - Anti-Heros

Up in the morning splash water on my face, I’m not a winner I’m a disgrace

The mirror shows no image of perfection, I see myself and it’s a negative

reflection

I’m not another kid filled with empty dreams, Who’s got it all and don’t know

what it means

I’m the reason and that makes me a threat, I remember what you forget

Straight off the streets on to your stereo, Is how true rock is supposed to flow

We got the me generation’s decades of decadence, Heavy metal rocking to comic

book cadence

Disco, high fashion, venereal disease, Abba, U2, and Shawn Cassidy

The cash registers are open, they’re never shut, They’re selling Madonna,

the 20th century slut

Pretty boy music on your MTV, Bullshit rap music running off with your money

Today’s youth follow the prophets of wealth, They’d rather worship an idol than

think for themselves

You got to be labeled and have a gimmick to make it, When you’re worthless you

have to fake it

The drugged out crowd just follows the herd, They’re singing along and they

don’t know the words