You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi. You can sell your soul and lay the blame all on the passers-by. You shake your body on the TV screen.
Keep on kickin' shit. Keep runnin' off the rails. Keep on pickin' the dirt. From 'neath your fingernails. . 'Cause I'm not worried. About your state of mind.
Well, a when your baby is tired and she wants to sleep. Take her into your arms. Tell her, you love her, tell her, you care. Tell her about all her charms.