Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.
I rocked the cradle of love.
My hair used to be real long, and my parents were encouraged when I cut it. They thought I was going 'straight,' but I was just getting weirder - at least in their eyes. I was getting into the punk thing.
If your world doesn't allow you to dream, move to one where you can.
Rock isn't art, it's the way ordinary people talk.
We want flesh, flesh for fantasy.