Ooh, the years burn. Ooh, the years burn.
…and they try to tell us that we don't belong but that's alright, we're millions strong
Jump back, what's that sound?
Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins full of gasoline. He kept his motor running, but it never kept him clean.
There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there you'll be free, If you truly wish to be
Burns like a red coal carpet. Mad bull lost its way.
A friend in need's a friend indeed. A friend who'll tease is better.
In your mind, you can talk about the world in a bombshell, that's how you survive. In your mind
Hoot with me. I'd get into that.