Bang, bang, banging in your head. You're banging on the walls. Hang, hang, hanging up youself. You're hanging by your balls. And you, you die but no-one hears or cares.
I look at my face in the mirror. And I don't understand. Don't feel like a boy and it's not getting clearer. But I don't feel like a man. . I'm seventeen and I'm somebody's son.
There's never a day, that's passing my way. That I never need it. My hands on the wheel, my foot's on the steel. Cause I gotta feel it. . The rock rolls forever on- ooh, forever on.
Jonathon. I was the boy unwanted, a prisoner I'm born to them. My brother was the one, that couldn't do no wrong. And I was there dying in the shadow of him.
Father come save us from this. Madness we're under. God of creation are we blind?. Cause some here are slaves. That worship guns that spit thunder. The children that you've made.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. And wild ones of all ages. Step right up, I welcome you to come on in. Inside the Electric Circus. The music is your passport, your magic key.