Celluloid heroes never feel any pain.
Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.
When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.
Hey, is that you Elvis? I wanna speak to the Colonel. Jump to it, you mother.
The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.
Surviving, that's my plan.