I'm rising, rising again. This time on my own. This time on my own. . Breaking away from myself. Letting it go, all that I hung on to. . Gaining comfort through uncertainty.
locked out and pushed aside. anger and hatred it's in their eyes.. left to drown in a sea of despair. nothing to believe in.. no one who cares. again and again they've been slapped in the face..
how can you right a wrong? why does it take so long? i know i'm not. that strong. how can we carry on? justify then separate. tell myself. to communicate with my surroundings. get in touch. i think i'm better.
Reach out, reach. . Like a mountain I can't climb. Like a river I can't cross. I beat my head against the wall. The obstacles before me are so tall. .
Our numbers are growing stronger, can't ignore us any longer. Old school to new tell your crew. We've got a long way to go before we're through. But together, we'll make them hear our voice.
Gaze up to the skies. Truth, you opened up my eyes. Eyes. . On the leg and a wing, we'll be wingin' it hard. On the wing of a prayer, on the wing of a car.
Well I fell down on the barroom floor. Well the bartender said don't come in here no more. I passed out in the parking lot. They took one look at me and said look what we got.
Get kicked out for coming home at dawn. Mom and dad cursed the day you were born. Throw your clothes into a duffel bag. Shoutin' as you slam the door, the home, it's a drag.
Well there's the Rockabilly cats with their pomps real high. Wearing black drape coats, all real gone guys. The cool skinheads with roll up jeans. Looking real tough and mighty mean.
Well I can't believe my eyes am I losing my mind. I haven't seen you here for a long long time. Drinkin' and dancin' all night and all day. Hangin' real tough where the rockers play.
Some times I just gotta get away. To the place that rocks all night and all day. So hop right into my pink cadillac. Hey pretty baby you are never never never gonna come back.
There's a crazy sound that sends my soul. It's part hillbilly part rock and roll. All you need is a guitar, bull bass and a big ol'drum. Well the cats and I get a kick from this song.
There's a crazy sound that sends my soul. It's part hillbilly part rock and roll. All you need is a guitar, bull bass and a big ol'drum. Well the cats and I get a kick from this song.
Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night. I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right. Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at two.
Well, I don't need a doctor. I don't need a pill. Anything you give me, babe. Will only make me ill. . I need rock therapy. I need rock therapy. I need rock therapy.
Well, I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long. Well, I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long. Well, it's a big old bomb but it gets me where I'm goin'.
Well, I met you in the back room. You had lipstick on your face. With your see-through backless frilly dress. You were every mom's disgrace. . Well, I'd like to understand you.
Teenage rebels rule okay. I'll be damned if I work all day. I think that you look okay. I won't even look your way. . Teenage rebels out all night. Teenage rebels drink and fight.
Well, I've led an evil life, so they say. But I'll hide from the Devil on judgment day. I said, "Move hot-rod, move man, move hot-rod, move man. Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line, oh yeah".
What you don't understand. Is where everything's needing. When all of the signs you see. Still point to overload. . As you reach out your hand. A shattered vision's receding.