So you think you know What's going on inside her head You think she wants your money But it's you she wants instead When you think about the things That
It's against my uniform to be a civil judge All the songs are history now Of rock stars and their grudge Let us cast our minds back To thirty years or
I want to reach out And touch the sky I want to touch the stuff But I don't need to fly I'm gonna climb up every mountain on the moon And find the dish
People going nowhere Taken for a ride Looking for the answers That they know inside Searching for a reason Looking for a ride No-one is innocent Partners
The way I feel is the way I am I wished I'd walked before I started to run to you Just to you What kind of people do you think we are? Another joker
Well, I don't want no Jesus freak to Tell me what it's all about No black magician telling me To cut my soul out Don't believe in violence I don't even
Now the first day that I met you I was looking in the sky When the sun turned all a blur And the thunderclouds rolled by The sea began to shiver And
Long ago I wandered through my mind With a land of fairytales and stories Lost in happiness I knew no fears Innocence and love was all I knew Was
Take me through the centuries to supersonic years Electrifying enemy is drowning in his tears All I have to give you is a love that never dies The symptom
Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift Clutching violently we whisper with
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Gen'rals gathered in their masses, Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction In the fields
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I've got a feeling D'you know the meaning I want to let it out of my mind I've got a secret D'you wanna know it I do it when I get high I got it
One, two, three, four Tell me what you want and nothing more, more, more I don't know, I don't know I don't know anybody else I don't know, I don't know
New York style, style, style, style New York City New York City girl New York City New York City girl You grew up ridin' the subways, runnin' with people
You are not anyone Don't sadden my life You got to leave on Sunday night It seems I'll feel all alone You know the tears are in my eyes I need some