Songtext von The Champ

Probably a little more of my voice… Every morning when he wakes up He looks out his window and wonders about leaving He's dialing in distant DJ's And thinking about feeling And he starts thinking about all the signals he's receivin' And whether they're worth believin' Probably not He lights the tubes up, it's not enough He lights the boards up, it's not enough He's out the door, down the square And there's a girl down there selling redemption She's got a clear signal going on, but… He's the champ And all the signals he's receivin' And the heat makes it magnify And sometimes he can't tone it down You can twist and you can turn while the heat makes it burn But you still just can't tone it down Give him 9, it's not too much Give him 10, it's not too much Crack the plaster, it's not too much Push the pillars over, let the roof cave in, smash the signal It's not too much! He's the champ Where is he? Listen to my band…