Dreams they come and go, but thoughts like love will always grow.
I want you, I need you, but there ain't no way I'm EVER gonna love you. Now don't be sad, cause two out of three ain't bad.
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole.
I know the territory, I've been around. It'll all turn to dust, and we'll fall down, and sooner or later you'll be screwing around.
The day that I ever become hip... please shoot me and put me outta my misery!
Rock n' Roll came from the slaves singing gospel in the fields. Their lives were hell and they used music to lift out of it, to take them away. That's what rock n' roll should do - take you to a better place.