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.