The piano sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say, man, what are you doing here?
I've learned to dance with a hand in my pants.
What if she figures out you're not very smart?
Some people find it's easier to hate.
Hot funk, cold punk, even if it's old junk, it's still rock and roll to me.
I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that just surviving was a noble fight.