There's a place in the world for the angry young man. With his working class ties and his radical plans. He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl. and he's always at home with his back to the wall..
Oh baby, you don't get turned on by the radio.. Oh baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo.. Why don't the beatles get back together?. Why don't nobody sing of romance? -.
She can kill with a smile. She can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see. She hides like a child.
You've got diamonds and I've got spades. You've got pills. And I've got razor blades. You've got yoga honey. I've got beer. You got overpriced. And I got weird.