The World Goes On, You Go On

My Hair Used To Be Real Long, And My Parents Were Encouraged When I Cut It. They Thought I Was Going 'straight,' But I Was Just Getting Weirder - At Least In Their Eyes. I Was Getting Into The Punk Thing.

Your Empty Eyes Seem To Pass Me By And Leave Me Dancing With Myself.

I'm Not Trying To Hide From My Past. I Want To Roll In It. Like A Dog, Rolling In Feces, I'm Rolling In The Feces Of My Greatest Hits - That's A Bit Of A Wild Way Of Looking At It, But I Am A Man, And We Do Like Rolling In Our Own Feces At Times.

It Doesn't Matter About Money; Having It, Not Having It. Or Having Clothes, Or Not Having Them. You're Still Left Alone With Yourself In The End.

Walk With Electro-glide Down The Blue Highway.