Lord please save his soul, he was the king of rock and roll.

Lord please save his soul, he was the king of rock and roll.

Confused by the big city blues, he didn't know who's life he's leading. Put yourself behind the wheel, see if you can get that feel.

You don't stumble upon your heritage. It's there, just waiting to be explored and shared.

It would be nice to abandon the verse-chorus-bridge structure completely, and make it so none of these things are definable...Make up new names for them. Instead of a bridge, you can call it a highway, or an overpass...Music should never be harmless.

making a noise in this world making a noise in this world you can bet your ass, I won't go quietly making a noise in this world.

You fog the mind, you stir the soul.