Lyrics
Charlie rose upon the stage
Played his hand and played the sage
Put a roll of sweaty socks down where the spandex showed his age
With heavy hand then he did strum
Build it loud and they will come
Build a row of Marshall edifices and anthem.
I am from the sun
I have always been and always will
I am from the stars
With a message from Olympus hill
I have come to raid
Come to drill the rift between your ears
An obstinate crusade
I think in Germany they call this drama
Sturm und Drang. I'm the last riding Valkerie
With blackened eyes they come, babies bare-breasted and tattooed, a strip-mined brood rapping and re-rapping the riffs I raised, robbed from graves and purple-hazed then strewn across this nursery bathed in pink. Take the chorus she said with a wink. And lay down your phalanx of pan-diatonic lies, the mole he digs but never flies. And with these verses I shall grieve, leave my senses and so deceive, Nadine she never was more naïve, and sweet, I'll be discreet, leave you now with a thundering beat...
I heard Miller say....
Sturm und Drang. I'm the last riding Valkerie
