Have you ever walked through a room But it was more like the room passed around you?
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Just a urchin livin' under the street, I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I spin on a whim, I slide to the right
set aside the scruples in the strategies of strain
I woke up and walked a million miles today
foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Blues and grays won't make the change
Come on over, do the twist, aha
All our times have come, here but now they're gone