Syllabus

-A song about my hero dead and alive-

You used to hate yourself and shoot your head by gun.
What was wrong with you we want the truth for us.
No one wanted you to die, what a suicide... suicide.

You wrote your song, sang your song, and hate your song?
I don't know, we all don't know it all.
Jaguar handled by your left side know it all? I hope so.

Fells like something isn't right.
This won't fadeaway to the end.
One thing that I can try is to sing just like this.

Roots Rock Radical.
Something in the way, no one can escape.

You in the black, on the black, made your black.
Play so fast, sing so loud, live so hard.
You the explore I want to see your black whenever.

You never know who I am, where I am.
But I know something about you for ten years.
For that long, you've been in my hero so good, still alive.

Feels like everything is all right.
This won't fadeaway to the end.
One thing that I can try is to sing just like this, write song like this.

Roots Rock Radical.

Two heroes for ten years, for me.
One died and one still alive.
My reason to handle this.
My reason to shut at what?

Roots Rock Radical.