What He Turned Out To Be

"What He Turned Out to Be" He who was a head banger Idolized man a with too much make up on And danced around a room cram packed with decibels Playing one of many lavish air guitars there was an infinite supply of them Maybe he was that person, as he saw himself in a poster Some suspect any other influence would've been better Instead choosing to fall under the power of notes Succumbing to the concerts and the chaos There are clusters of bodies bouncing by the thousands Music made him dive headlong into waters of similar people Harmonious spells they are, encouraging joyous times of irresponsibility Rocking to his rhythmic beat and the life style of rock star entertainment A man center stage feels his own groove He himself swaying to the thumping and bumping The entertainer know his songs all too well And the head banger asks for more late into the night How can the man on stage deny? Calls for certain songs are indulged The event must end sometime A reminder most fans matter not so much, their loyal doth fade But forget this one not, as the man who is a groupie