There goes your freedom of choice, there goes the last human voice.
If you listen long enough you can hear my skin grow tough love is painful to the touch must be made of stronger stuff.
Let's get to the point Let's roll another joint
So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.
I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.
My mama was a rocker way back in fifty-three, buys them old records that they sell on TV.