Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.
They wouldn't play my records on American radio because I had spiky hair. They said, 'Punk rock doesn't sell advertising, it won't make any money.'
I rocked the cradle of love.
The world goes on, you go on and you change. You want to show the fans those changes, and you want to be able to verbalize them.
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.