In 1964 something totally unexpected happened. I got a job I enjoyed.
The Beatles gave me everything. Especially Paul McCartney. I adore him.
Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.
Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.
I'm the demon alcohol, demon alcohol, demon alcohol, demon alcohol. Let's party.
If I could have just one more wish, I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes.