He has a house with someone there You handsome bitch, you movie twitch And seranade the dudes that move and Smile so vile and masquerade, they masquerade
me? Really love me? You like the credit cards and private planes Money can really take you far You like the hotels and fancy clothes And the sound of electric guitars
s fool The summer of '76 was hot we spent the whole time drinking Listening to the Pistols and Ramones that's when I got to thinking I got a guitar and
to reminisce should I do music or sell rocks Grow my own crops livin' in the PJs That's when an Angel Gabriel, said "It's all a masquerade eyes wit no
Now look at you all standing proud Dressed to kill, talking loud Guitar in your hand You see sex and violence, love and rage Still survive in this day
me at midnight before the moon starts fading Tell me at midnight, why go on masquerading. The sky is so full of stars, and I can hear soft guitars, The
the wall You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your blue guitar for me Play me a serenade A simple masquerade Play on your blue guitar
could talk, I don't know what they'd say They've seen some accidental masquerades But it's no surprise, dances 'til dawn Heroes long gone, let that guitar
electric guitars, but Do you love me, do you love me Do you love me, really love me You really like rock'n'roll All of the fame and the masquerade
a masquerade Paid for your billboard slots You're a masquerade Because the block knows hot You're a masquerade You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a Masquerade
[vocals by Tobias Sammet and Bob Catley] [Tobias Sammet:] A heart out of affection, a night at the masquerade You won some and you're long some as the
really take you far You like the hotels and fancy clothes And the sound of electric guitars You really like rock 'n' roll All of the fame and the masquerade
The eternal rain that drown my soul [5.] I am a ghost Dwelling inside myself I can not bare this anymore As I am you [C.] Together forever In a masquerade
do one more song. Ring around the moon; long, long time 'til day, Play me one more tune; please don't go away. You be the mandolin; I'll be the steel guitar
to reminisce Should I do music or sell rocks Grow my own crops Livin in the PJs That's when an angel, Gabriel, said It's all a masquerade Eyes wit no
a masquerade Paid for your billboard slots You're a masquerade Because the block knows hot You're a masquerade You're livin in a uh You're livin in a masquerade
really love me You like the credit cards and private planes Money can really take you far You like the hotels and fancy clothes And the sound of electric guitars
