I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.

The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord.

I'm making records, my fans they can't wait. They write me letters, tell me I'm great.

I wouldn't say rock & roll is dead but the current music made by young people isn't really rock & roll.

I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.

The song tells me what to play.

Everybody else shares the same cloudy sky.