Hey hey, my my

Rock and roll can never die

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?

Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
Contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.

Bite life
Taste the devil
Let me in
Fast

Chain your wheels to me
Let's ride

Won't you writhe like snakes

And all these ruins I took for you
You keep my limit alive
Your smile rolls away for miles
And your kiss makes it worth the ride

Whatever you do

Don't tell anyone

You better have soul

The crow flies straight
A perfect line
On the devil's path
Until you die

This life is short
Baby that's a fact
Better live it right
You ain't comin' back

Gotta raise some hell
Before they take you down
Gotta live this life

Gotta look this world
In the eye
Gotta live this life
Till you die

You better have soul
Nothin' less
Cause when it's business time
It's life or death

Two Crescents Are Burning

Wet Pussycat

You got me right!
Oh lord, you got me!