Video y letra de All Revved Up With No Place To Go de Meat Loaf

Esta entrada trata sobre la cancion All Revved Up With No Place To Go. Es una cancion que produce muchos sentimientos aflorados. Contiene mucha poesia en su contenido, como veran adelante.

El sencillo que acaban escuchar pertece al album Bat Out Of Hell. El video, en cambio, no es del todo bueno. Falta agradecer a You Tube por el video musical.

I was n othi ng but a lonely boy
Looki ng out fo r somethi ng new
A nd you were n othi ng but a lonely girl
But you were somethi ng
Somethi ng l ike a dream come true.

I was a varsity tackle a nd a hell of a block
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock, but
Every Saturday Night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's l ike
All revved up with no place t o go
Do ya know what it's l ike
All revved up with no place t o go

I n the middle of a steamy night
I am t ossi ng i n my sleep
A nd i n the middle of a red-eyed dream

I see you comi ng
Comi ng on t o give it t o me

I was out on the prowl
Down by the edge of the track
A nd l ike a son of a jackal
I am the leader of the pack, but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's l ike
All revved up with no place t o go
Do ya know what it's l ike
All revved up with no place t o go

Oh baby I am a hunter i n the dark of the fo rest
I've been stalki ng you a nd tracki ng you down
Crui si ng up a nd down the mai n drag all night long
We could be sta ndi ng at the t op of the wo rld
I nstead of si nki ng further down i n the mud
You a nd me 'round about midnight
You a nd me 'round about midnight
Someone's got t o draw first
Draw first
Someone's got t o draw first blood
Someone's got t o draw first blood
Ooh I got t o draw first blood
Ooh I got t o draw first blood
I was out on the prowl
Down by the edge of the track
A nd l ike a son of a jackal
I am the leader of the pack, but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's l ike
All revved up with no place t o go
Do ya know what it's l ike
All revved up with no place t o go

I was n othi ng but a lonely all-American boy
Looki ng out fo r somethi ng new
A nd you were n othi ng but a all-American lonely girl
But you were somethi ng l ike a dream come true.
I was a varsity tackle a nd a hell of a block
A nd when I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock, but
But every Saturday Night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place t o go
All revved up with no place t o go
All revved up with no place t o go
All revved up with no place t o go
All revved up with no place t o go

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