As most people know, I am a vampire, so I have no reflection. Every day, I paste a picture of someone else on the mirror.
I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks, but there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack Box.
Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.
We carry the flame for all to see, the fire and passion of what we can be.
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.
If the thrill is gone, it's time to take it back.