We're Only Human, We're Supposed To Make

You Can Speak Your Mind But Not On My Time.

So You Play Your Albums And You Smoke Your Pot And You Meet Your Girlfriend In The Parking Lot Oh, But Still You're Aching For The Things You Haven't Got, What Went Wrong? And If You Can't Understand Why Your World Is So Dead And Why You've Got To Keep In Style And Feed Your Head Well, You're Twenty One And Still You Mother Makes Your Bed And That's Too Long.

We All Have A Face That We Hide Away Forever, And We Take Them Out And Show Ourselves When Everyone Has Gone.

I Am The Entertainer And I Know Just Where I Stand Another Serenader And Another Long Haired Band Today I Am Your Champion, I May Have Won Your Hearts, But I Know The Game, You'll Forget My Name, And I Won't Be Here In Another Year If I Don't Stay On The Charts.

In An Age Of Incompetence, I've Been Able To Last In This Crazy Business. I Actually Know How To Play My Ax And Write A Song. That's My Job.