It's four in the morning and my ears are ringing
I don't know if I could call that singing
Where the rhythm is the bible and the dance divine
I got blood on my shirt, I just hope it ain't mine
Ed is on the medicine, Jimmy's in the chimney,
Lenny's in the pen - oh, you've got to be kidding me
Crash and burn, I don't think we'll ever learn
Twenty years later and I've found my place
I just run that rock and roll race
Like Moon the Loon or Mama Cass
Too old to stop, too young to last
Doyle's getting oiled, Janet's off the planet,
I'm looking for trouble, so you had better can it
Crash and burn, I don't think we'll ever learn
Hey man, I was once like you - a mop-top model in blue suede shoes
Hey, check out, man, or they'll fill your head - do everything now, you can breathe when you're dead
Take in all the action, don't sleep for days, wind yourself down in a great purple haze
Set yourself on fire and strum old Nero's fiddle, aw, kill yourself, man, you know, live a little
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