Cheap Trick Lyrics

Album: All Shook Up

High Priest Of Rhythmic Noise Lyrics

It's been a long time, baby

High priest of rhytmic noise

Living inside of me

I been goin' round in ciricles 

And I've considered first degree

Just a singer in a mind choir

Lives on harmony

If the song don't change the choir won't sin

Won't sing the same song forever

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

You look strange, that's what I like

You look strange like me

Fit to be tied, a little bedtime story

Next position please

Just a singer in a mind choir

Lives on harmony

If the song don't change the choir won't sing

Won't sing the same song forever

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

When the high priest of rhythmic noise

Is inside of you

Don't give up, get out, get down

(Forever is a long long time)

Don't stand up, shut up, sit down

(You're strange, that's what I like)

Don't make a move till you hear that sound

(I'm just a singer in a mind choir)

Don't give up, get out, get down

(High priest of rhytmic noise)

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

When the high priest of rhythmic noise

Is inside of you

Forever is a long long time

If you can...

I'm a ...little tiny plastic pills

From my little plastic pills

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

It's such a pity 

What's a poor boy to do

When the high priest of rhythmic noise

Is inside of you

Don't give up, get out, get down

(Forever is a long long time)

Don't stand up, shut up, sit down

(You're strange, that's what I like)

Don't make a move till you hear that sound

(I'm just a singer in a mind choir)

Don't give up, get out, get down

(High priest of rhytmic noise)

Don't give up, get out, get down

(Forever is a long long time)

Don't stand up, shut up, sit down

(You're strange, that's what I like)

Don't make a move till you hear that sound

(I'm just a singer in a mind choir)

Don't give up, get out, get down

(High priest of rhytmic noise)