Last Of The New Wave Riders Lyrics

  The last of the new wave riders
  Will be the first of the new age masters
  
  Pick up your arms was the call
  So I packed up my Fender and ran down the hall
  Back to the fields and forests
  Now I am one of them
  "Turn on the power" cried the army of sound
  And the hum of the amps shook the trees and the ground
  And like a single man we cranked up the knobs
  And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem
  
  We captured the whole human race
  There was nowhere to hide, playing filled every space
  Jamming the world back into place
  Everyone a star
  
  We hit the supreme overload
  And the great amplifier began to explode
  The smoke is slowly clearing away
  And the whole universe is a giant guitar
  
  	(Here comes that silver surfer now)