Hot Funk, Cold Punk, Even If It's

Some People Find It's Easier To Hate.

So Before We End And Then Begin We'll Drink A Toast To How It's Been A Few More Hours To Be Complete A Few More Nights On Satin Sheets A Few More Times That I Can Say, I've Loved These Days.

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

Videos Destroyed The Vitality Of Rock And Roll. Before That, Music Said, "listen To Me." Now It Says, "look At Me."

No End To Sorrow, Caused By The Same Endless Fears. Why Can't We Learn From All We've Been Through After Two Thousand Years?