Rock

Yeah, we’re going to the roadhouse Gonna have a real good-time Yeah, the back of the roadhouse They’ve got some bungalows

We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom

Riders on the storm Into this house we’re born Into this world we’re thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out alone

I need an easy friend
I do, with an ear to lend
I do think you fit this shoe
I do, but you have a clue

She was the princess Queen of the highway Now they are wedded She is a good girl Naked as children Out in the meadow

Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

Crowded streets all cleared away, one by one
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You’re so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die

I want to heal, I want to feel Like I’m close to something real I want to find something I’ve wanted all along Somewhere I belong

Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel for brand new spanking deals
Marching forward, hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the table cloth