The Rhythm King
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by John Capek and Derek Pellicci

The music from radio, glowing in the dark,
echoed round his head, before it settled in his heart,
the words were not important if the melody was right,
that radio could burn, burn, burn, all through the night.

The people are gonna rise up to their feet,
when they hear the rhythm king,
they're gonna get so caught up in the beat,
they'll forget about everything,
he can take them place where their hearts have never been,
no one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah,
like the rhythm king.

High above Manhattan, in a satin finished room,
he searches through an unmade bed, and finds a perfect fool,
he can redesign his present, but he cannot hide his fears,
the mirror won't disguise the lines, from all the wasted years.

The people are gonna rise up to their feet,
when they hear the rhythm king,
they're gonna get so caught up in the beat,
they'll forget about everything,
he can take them place where their hearts have never been,
no one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah,
like the rhythm king.

So many listen, come to hear the thunder roar,
now that he's the meantime, they keep calling out for more,
he plays away his feelings, then he moves to overdrive,
the crowd are his disciplines, and he needs them to survive,
... they're keeping him alive.

The people are gonna rise up to their feet,
when they hear the rhythm king,
they're gonna get so caught up in the beat,
they'll forget about everything,
he can take them place where their hearts have never been,
no one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah,
like the rhythm king.