You might think you see a lucky man who made the grade.

You got your glory and you paid for it all, you take your pension in loneliness and alcohol.

I rise at the break of day, your smile sets me on my way.

You guard your hopes and pocket your dreams, you'd trade it all to avoid an unpleasant scene.

Take the road where the eagle flies, man follows where his fortune lies.

Consummate talent and relentless passion - The Truth ain't pretty...but it rocks like crazy!

Your lips are my persuasion, your love will be my cure.