I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.
I'm the mirror to your mood, you hate me and I hate you.
What I try to do probably doesn't come out. What I've worked out what I do - I might not be right - is to do something very personal, and then suddenly I look at it, up in the air. I blow it up and look at it and then I come down again - a better man.
You look like a human being, but you don't have a mind of your own.
In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.
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.