Star Struck but, Shit out of Luck.

I grew-up in a slow,
sleepy, uneventful,
southern town
I don't think much
of it but, they like
to dub it, "The Bold
New City of the South,"

Ha

Growing-up here I never
quite felt like I fit in
Kind of like a person
with, "Identity Crisis,"
doesn't feel comfortable
in their skin

Red-necks, head-bangers,
butt-rockers and
hip-hoppers and oh yea,
the little "Cyndi Lauper's,"
Wanna-be's
Those were the separating,
high-school social-classes

Each group disdaining and
waging war on one another
I remember a time or two
when someone brought a chain
and lock and closed the
court-yard gate
They said it was about this
or that but, it was really
about racism and hate

But into none of these I fit
so, I was considered,
"Out-casted,"
Funny though how things come
around
Looking back and pondering,
the so-called, Rejects,"
They're really the cool,
down-to-earth, genuine
kids with style and in life
succeeds and surpasses

But anyways in 94' I finally
found my niche when I heard,
"Sound Garden," for the first
time belt out, "Black Hole Sun,"
It was then that I knew my place
in life would be defined by the
genre called, "Grunge," and I'd
find myself somewhere in all of
the lyrics and stanzas of the
songs they sung

So I, like most young guys, had
my, "Rock-n-rolla fantasy
I found some friends who had
the same dream and into the
garage we went and wrote-out
our angst with pen and paper
and the lyrics out
loud, we'd scream
Hell for kicks, a couple of the
guys had sisters who were aspiring
groupies
Those girls were cool-ass chicks

We'd listen to and get
inspiration from bands like,
"Deep Purple," "Led Zeppelin,"
and, "Jimmy Hendrix,"
Man those guys had the licks

But the dream never came to
fruition and the closest we
came to the band was thru,
"General Admission,"