With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.
It's the age of reason for the anarchist.
Radio is so fragmented, it's unbelievable.
And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can't help smiling, it's you.
It went on yesterday and it's going on tonight, somewhere there's somebody ain't treatin' somebody right.
I'd rather make music than tour.