Stick a needle in your arm, you bite the dust, you buy the farm.
Pull my trigger, I get bigger, then I'm lots of fun. I'm your gun, I'm your gun, gun, gun.
We play it differently now. If we did the album now it would be different.
The boy's got problems, the boy's got stress, the boy's got a .38 hidden in his desk.
She wears high tech Devo suit, she changed her name to Xerox, she hides quaaludes in her boots.
Every rock'n'roll band I know, guys with long hair and tattoos, plays golf now.