In The Garage

I’ve got the Dungeon Master’s Guide.
I’ve got a twelve sided die.
I’ve got Kid Pride.
And Nightcrawler too, waiting there for me, yes I do.
I do.

I’ve got posters on the wall.
My favorite rock group Kiss.
I got ace freely.
I’ve got Peter Chris, Waiting there for me, yes I do.
I do.

In the Garage, I feel safe.
No one cares about my ways.
In the Garage, where I belong.
No one hears me sing this song.
In the Garage.

I got electric guitar.
I play my stupid songs.
I write these stupid words.
And I love everyone waiting there for me, yes I do.
I do.

In the Garage, I feel safe.
No one cares about my ways.
In the Garage, where I belong,
No one hears me sing this song.
In the Garage.
In the Garage.
Arrah!

In the Garage, I feel safe.
No one cares about my ways.
In the Garage, where I belong,
No one hears me singing this song.
In the Garage.
In the Garage.

In the Garage, I feel safe.
No one laughs about my ways.
In the Garage, where I belong,
No one hears, No one hears me!
No one hears me, No one hears me!
No one hears me sing this song.