A dream of life comes to me, like a catfish dancing on the end of the line.
So I bought a forty-four magnum, it was solid steel cast, and in the blessed name of Elvis, well I just let it blast 'til my TV lay in pieces.
I wouldn't be windmilling a Fender Telecaster if it weren't for Pete Townshend.
I know I ain't nobody's bargain, but hell a little touchup and a little paint.
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.
When you get fat and lose your hunger. That is when you know the sellout has happened.