Images

"Images" The God that never was, puts one shoe on at a time And spends four hours in the make-up room Putting on mascara and eye liner for the darker look Occult man of seemingly rebellious nature Is deified by the masses that show up to performances He, a man of strong portrayal even at a skinny 155 pounds Grows stronger with every compact disc sold and the overuse of base Blowing out of a sound system which rocks the car next to you While you wait for the light to turn green Abandoning social mores of quietness well into the night The appeal grows everyday for a man really just making a living Out of his fans age group they have no idea what he is Whether the media builds him up or tears him down As a good guy to hate and a bad boy at heart Any press is good press, though infamy might be better for sales Topping the charts and making parents sick of his songs He is a beneficiary of childhood splurging and so inclined to be The adults wish for a mere fifteen minutes of his fame So their children would listen to them with the same respect But who were they when listening to cassette tapes? And the bands of the eighties put on make-up then A man of mixed persuasion people are drawn to his ambiguity The role model singing about jail time and Hennessey A toughness to some is a weakness to others It makes you wonder if the man knows who he is! Whoever that is and for all it's worth There will be more than enough of him to go around In his image that is larger than life