Algorythmic Rebels - Couch-bound King Lyrics

Pete's got cords
He's got cords
Rips shredding high
He could be famed as Sporty King
He could be famed as Sporty King
But his couch
Is his throne
He ain't moving a thing
Just strumming strings and watchin' the screen
He's got game got rhythm in spades
Yet he's content in his sheltered shade

Oh Peter Patron we dream at his feet
A hero unsung in his own beat
His guitar riffs revival of pros could hit the field break through the rows
Break through the rows break through the rain
Playing his life with a laid-back grin

World could be his but he's got words that end
World could be his but he's chill within
What have you sown
Feelings you've been hiding

He doesn't look fine on the internet
He's chill within but he's chill within

Lazy afternoons on concrete and grass
He's got kicks
They're lightning fast

Could run the field
Be the crowd's loud roar
But Pete's vibes are cool
He just jams the more
Watch him go
No cleats just strings

Rocking out to his own beat as he sings
Pete's at ease he hits every note
Jams so hard his dreams could float
Could have been a star on the posters he's got

Could have had a name that the world's drawn
In his quiet street a legend undiscovered
With no defeat