We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one
You've got to be hard, like the rock in that old rock & roll.
You look so polished from your hair down to your toes, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose.
I'm not sure about life after this; god knows I'm not a spiritual man.
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own/That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.
When I look at great works of art or listen to inspired music, I sense intimate portraits of the specific times in which they were created.