the tug to pull
the patience to break it
and heal, and feel, and ache
wonder how long it'll take
before the realize the revolution began
whistle or whisper
doesn't matter
take time to wander, friend
don't forget again
i try and i try
no one asks to sing
i stopped by
as i said i would
i wrote some words and i'll walk on
blasphemy!
rock n' roll deserves better
better hair
and better air time, too
do do do
la de due
no one saw this coming
they were lost in their mirrors
i don't like this feeling
nah, nor the whistle
i'm sorry, mate
it ain't so simple
is that right?
rock n' roll is better shared?
three dead trolls
sitting by a fire
who was their god?
why did it matter?
"they don't like a revelator"
can i ask a question?
is that guitar solo yours or was it stolen?