There Used To Be This Real Sense

I Had The Radio On, I Was Driving. Trees Flew By, Me And Del Were Singing, Little Runaway, I Was Flying.

I Developed A Problem With Authority. Any Time That Authority Was What I Interpreted As Being Unjust, I Stood Up To It, And That Became My Personality.

You Get In There, You Get The Job Done And You Get The Hell Out.

She Grew Up Hard And She Grew Up Fast, In The Age Of Television.

Every Verse A Diamond, Every Chorus Gold, The Sound Was My Salvation. It Was Only Everything, Before Money Became King.