What's it like to play a part? What's it like to have a wooden heart? Every word you say is so rehearsed You think your clothes and actions control the
A sixteen hundred, packed with angry young men Came burning down main street I touched the Epiphone that hung on my hip It knew the sound of my heartbeat
The last lot make a few mistakes They didn't die young, they got big waists We got let down at the back of Earls Court We swore that night, we'd never
When you move in right up close to me That's when I get the shivers all over me Shivers down my backbone I get the shakes in the thighbone Shivers in
Everywhere he goes and everything he does Everything proves him that he don't exist for them They don't understand what the invisible man understands
Yesterday by the paper stand I felt the power of another religion Rebels with a cause came out of the sun And spoke the only language they'd been given
You're too, too, too, too, too personal You're too, too, too, too, too personal Well, you keep talking about love Well, what do you want? Well, we have
You and me have a passion escaping the days that go by Just our desire Patronize a secret painted salon Let us talk about the live, where the skins aren
Well, I met her downtown I think we'd spoken I think we'd spoken once before The sound was loud I said, "Yeah", I said, "Yeah, give me more" And something
Part 1. Kenny Silvers The boy who disappeared, Kenny Silvers The boy who disappeared Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day Chasing his childlike
Suzie came to London, To have her fortune told. Now she is a mother she?s feeling kinda old, When she gets the money. She?ll take a knife for two. She
'Cause what you give is what you get So, that's your generation It's your generation Well it's your generation It's your generation Trying to forget your generation
legs are stomping In the valley of the dolls, nine lives are groovin' In the valley of the dolls, ten thousand coasting In the valley of the dolls, X generating
Hey, youth, youth, youth (Youth, youth, youth) Hey, youth, youth, youth (Youth, youth, youth) Never wanna be an adult Always wanna be in revolt Hey,
I'm walking in the street With the latest on my feet And the hair that makes the people stop and stare I got no money, well, that's okay Because I live
Jailhouse Rocker roots training down in Memphis Well, Liverpool Johnny rocks out round Paul's place Seconds away as the rhythm comes down Well, King faces
All around me, ooh, yeah, ooh All around me, ooh, yeah, ooh Better watch that man See him gun in hand No one seems to see, ooh, yeah, ooh No one seems
But I was never cool You thought I was a cowboy I wonder where my gun is Can you spare a bullet, senorita? I will always be the worst Generation X