The King is dead, rock is done. You might be through, but I've just begun.
Goods gone bad, but right is wrong, and I don't know which side I'm on lately.
If I had to do my life over, I would change every single thing I have done.
I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.
Jogging in the park is my excuse to look at all the girls.
I'm susceptible to that sort of thing - to walls and flowers. You can probably get something more from a wall than a person sometimes. It's just put somewhere.