Rock Isn't Art, It's The Way Ordinary

Walk With Electro-glide Down The Blue Highway.

Well There's Nothing To Lose And There's Nothing To Prove I'll Be Dancing With Myself.

My Hair Used To Be Real Long, And My Parents Were Encouraged When I Cut It. They Thought I Was Going 'straight,' But I Was Just Getting Weirder - At Least In Their Eyes. I Was Getting Into The Punk Thing.

Such A Human Waste, Your Eyes Without A Face.

I Am Hopelessly Divided Between The Dark And The Good, The Rebel And The Saint, The Sex Maniac And The Monk, The Poet And The Priest, The Demagogue And The Populist. Pen To Paper, I Put It All Down - I'm Out On A Limb Here, So Watch My Back.