Oh Cherry Bomb, you are a mystery. Exploding sparkling quiet nights. My teenage heart pumped all my misery, baby. To fingertips that might ignite. . And all along you knew my story, didn't you?.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here. Said the sign I read that was hangin' above her bed. And the sirens all were wailin', but a man can ignore the signs.
Like Miles Davis, I've been swayed by the cool. There's just something 'bout the summertime,. there's just something 'bout the moon. So I laid a kiss on the stone,.
See, I've been here for 28 years. Poundin' sweat beneath these wheels. We tattooed lines beneath our skin. No surrender, my Bobby Jean. . See, I've been here for 28 years.
I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance. Rico said, "I'ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head. This is the sound from Camden town.".
I'm broke and I'm hungry, hard up and I'm lonely. I've been dancing on this killing floor for years. Of the few things I am certain, the captain of my burden.
So the ambulances came. They took your pulse and packed up your things. And the papers read. Some boys forget what the heartache brings. . And the pounding in the street.
You can tell Gayle, if she calls, that I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs*. And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try.. When were kids on the field of the first day of school..
I haven't seen Sandy. and Johnny, or Mary. I heard they got married. Mighta had a couple babies. And traded their memories. For fairview and makers. And never play no pinball.
I'm all washed out by the side of the road. Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose. Sayin' "Baby honey child, I've loved you so long. But you deserve much better than me".
Do you hear that whistle wail?. I think the end is comin' in. I'm a whole lot worse for wear. But I'm determined to slip this skin. . And I know you're dyin' for a good time.
My queen of the Bronx. Blue eyes and spitfire. I saw you walking back and forth about another boy. Thinking that you may want to leave. . So give me the fevers that just won't break.
Got your pride and your prose. Tucked just like a Tommy gun. Somewhere in the smoke. Just in case you need it. . I know you got your pride and your prose.
I took a drive today. I thought about you. I thought about a friend who passed. And how much we just went through. . I saw the sun shine off the hood of a Cadillac.
We are the boys from Little Eden. We are the hardest Saturday nights. Drank from the fountains of the fireworks. Sweat and bone for a better life. . We like our choruses sung together.
Don't think twice. I still believe it John, we lived those nights. Like we were dyin' on the long haul drives. For our Maria, with the ragged sails high.
Look what you started,. I seem to be coming out of my skin. Look what you've forgotten here. The bandages just don't keep me in. . And when it was over, I woke up alone.
Give me mercy and a minute now. I'm a bleed a little poison out. I'm a cry a little river down. And then I'm setting this whole thing on fire. . And I'm burning up the night she died.
We turn it up, we turn it up. We're coming up, we're coming up. . Out in the streets I hear the crack of thunder. People keeping low, people searching for some cover.
I guess you need a little sugar. Cause you always wander around. How would you like a little fancy. Whenever you feel a little inside out. I heard you need a vacation.