One Victim Lives In Tragedy, Another Victim

I Drive A Mustang. A 2005 Five-speed Gt Convertible.

The Years Rolled Slowly Past And I Found Myself Alone. Surrounded By Strangers I Thought Were My Friends, I Found Myself Further And Further From My Home.

Tell Them We'll Be Dancing, Dancing 'til We Drop, It's Time To Get Down And Do The Horizontal Bop.

I Can Only Get My Drummer In The Winter; He Plays With Grand Funk All Summer.

You Go To La, Or You Go To New York, And It's Really Fun To Go There. But They're Not Grounded. Everybody Is Just Competing All The Time For The Limelight. It's Too Much Entertainment Industry. There Are Too Many Choices. And It's Distracting To Me.