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.

I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge of an ice field.

Open your eyes, I've got a big surprise, it will feel alright, I want to make your motor run.

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.

Everything is permitted, everything is allowed, and all our Gods we have outwitted, we are running with the crowd.

There's no explanation for success. Success just comes out of life.