If I'd Had To Work At Taco

Running Down A Dream... Working On A Mystery... Going Wherever It Leads.

As We Celebrate Mediocrity, All The Boys Upstairs Want To See. How Much You'll Pay For What You Used To Get For Free.

It Just Seems To Useless To Have To Work So Hard, And Nothing Ever Really Seem To Come From It.

You Get Into Your Late Fifties, People Start Falling Like Flies All Around You. I Don't Take Life For Granted Any More. I'm Really Glad To Be Here.

My Mama Was A Rocker Way Back In Fifty-three, Buys Them Old Records That They Sell On Tv.