DEDICATION

I heard the pounding of the generation beat
I heard the beat police
I heard a band making echoes on the street
I fell to my knees

I heard the nightsticks tapping out of time
I never heard a thing
Cops, rockers, teenyboppers fighting in a lonely line
I never heard them sing

Man its just a shot away
That’s what they used to say
Every night I feel betrayed
When I try to rock away

Dedication, Dedication
You should know me
But you don’t know about it
Dedication, Dedication
You should know me
But you don’t know me

I took my friends for a walk out in the cold
A small café by the square
The way the rubbed their hands I swear that they was getting old
No revolution in the air

Man its just a shot away
That’s what they used to say
Every night I feel betrayed
When I try to rock away

Dedication, Dedication
You should know me
But you don’t know about it
Dedication, Dedication
You should know me
But you don’t know me

Even when its safe outside
A man holds his paper bag
Looking for a place to hide
And he dies on the beaten track

They say that 50 million fans are never wrong
The say that Elvis went to heaven
I say that 50 million don’t make 50 strong
If they can take without giving

I heard the pounding of the generation beat
I heard the beat police
I heard a band making echoes on the street
I fell to my knees

Dedication, Dedication
You should know me
But you don’t know about it
Dedication, Dedication
You should know me
But you don’t know me

© Chris LeRoy July 29, 1981
Published by New West Crash Music