It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

When you turn out the light, I've got to hand it to me. Looks like it's you and me again tonight Rosie.

That's maybe the most important thing each generation does, is to break a lot of rules and make up their own way of doing things.