I've got posters on my wall, my favorite rock group, KISS. I've got Ace Frehley. I've got Peter Criss 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've got electric guitar. I play my stupid song. I write these stupid words, and I love every one 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. (Rock!)
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, I feel safe. No one laughs about my ways. In the garage, where I belong, no one hears me, (no one hears me) no one hears me, (no one hears me) no one hears me sing this song.
