Blinded by a million shades. I couldn't see their eyes. I couldn't see their eyes. The eyes of the crazies who drive. I couldn't see their eyes. I couldn't see their eyes.
Well, I met her downtown. I think we'd spoken. I think we'd spoken once before. The sound was loud. . I said, "Yeah", I said, "Yeah, give me more". And something deep inside.
All around me, ooh, yeah, ooh. All around me, ooh, yeah, ooh. Better watch that man. See him gun in hand. . No one seems to see, ooh, yeah, ooh. No one seems to see, ooh, yeah, ooh.
The Greyhound's rockin' out tonight to maximum rockabilly. When two punks choose to risk the subway for a tube to Piccadilly. And the Zephyrs stir fast gangs for glory another dumb casualty.
Jailhouse Rocker roots training down in Memphis. Well, Liverpool Johnny rocks out round Paul's place. Seconds away as the rhythm comes down. Well, King faces King in the ring for the crown.
I know you've heard these things before. You get the same reply. But all these things are really new to me. So I'm asking why?. . But isn't it the truth you wanna hear.
Your heroes stare with glossy smiles. (Friday's Angels). They always had that special style. (Friday's Angels). . Standing naked dressings at trial. (Friday's Angels).
I once had a dream. A feeling inside. A yearning so bad. You have to shout it out. . Hey, kid, look at me. You can make it real. You can get it if you want.
Day by day, look what the papers say. Day by day, look what the papers say. Stranded in the jungle, trapped inside the tube. Hate your next door neighbor 'cos he's got more than you.
On the floor of Tokyo. Or down in London town to go, go. With the record selection. And the mirror reflection. I'm dancing with myself. . When there's no one else in sight.
Last night a little dancer came dancin to my door. Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor. She said, "Come on baby, Ive got a license for love.
Youth youth youth. Youth youth youth. Never wanna be an adult. Always wanna be in revolt. . Youth youth youth. Youth youth youth. . Don't wanna spend my life saving up for things.
Trying to forget your generation.. You know all the ways when it's up to you.. The ends must justify the means.. I say your generation don't mean a thing to me..
My road is long, it lingers on. You stare at me and I'm holding on. My eyes are dim, my breath is weak. And tears stain my cheeks. . Up there so high where the air is so thin.
You're to to to too personal. You're to to to too personal. . Well you keep talking about love -. Well what do you want. We have fun alright - so what do you want.
Everywhere he goes. Everything he does. Everything proves to him. That he don't exist for them. Cos they don't understand what. The invisible man understands.
Watch the sky. For a reason why. I will say. Sunday it was part. Monday is none. Monday was none. For the dead next door. . One pair of silent terror reins.
We spent the summer running. Scared of what they might do. After we spent the winter crying. In the mist we came all unglued. . Sometimes back to school.
Hearts which beat to a precise beat. Fading shadows on the wall. We'll cut our cards, drive out bars. All for one, one for all. . Like teenage heat and carnival cheats.
Cocaine and innocence, Romeo's waiting. Candies and sugar daddies they never stop wasting your time. Time to dance to the top, with champagne indifference.