If You Wanted To Torture Me, You'd

It's All The Same, Only The Names Will Change, Everyday It Seems We're Wasting Away. Another Place, Where The Faces Are So Cold, I'd Drive All Night Just To Get Back Home.

I Try To Explain That To My Kids - The Experience Of Going To A Record Store, Flipping Through Racks And Finding That Album Cover That Intrigues You - But My Kids Don't Want To Know About It. They Download The One Song On The Album They Like, And Pay Their 99 Cents.

I'm Not A Big Disco Guy.

The Spirits, They Intoxicate Me. I Watched Them Infiltrate My Soul. They Try To Say It's Too Late For Me. Once I Was Promised Absolution, There's Only One Solution For My Sins. And I Blame This World, For Making A Good Man Evil. Now I Ain't Getting Into Heaven, If The Devil Has His Way.

I Was Just Another Long-haired Teenage Kid With Visions Of Grandeur, Strumming A Tennis Racket Or A Broom In Front Of His Bedroom Mirror.