Steven Tyler has a scarf
For every single one of his conquests.
This one’s for Samantha, that one Nicole
This one’s for Syria, that one Nepal.
Joe Perry has his own hot sauce.
Steven Tyler has red wings
That burst and spread from the back of his blouse.
He circles your wife, circles your daughter
He circles for life, circles for slaughter.
Joe Perry has his own hot sauce.
Steven Tyler has a scream
Which rips richer dimensions to shreds.
His song is Heaven, his song Amazing
His song Armageddon, his song Crazy.
Joe Perry has his own hot sauce.
Steven Tyler has baked beans
Though, something is missing, something is off.
He looks to Alicia, looks to Liv
He looks to idols who’ve nothing to give.
Joe Perry has his own hot sauce.