On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong This is gonna shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song To lead you on And break the truth With more bad news We left a scar

I wanna get back Oh, kiss me Like you mean it Like you miss me To the old days When the phone would ring And I knew it was you

A kid out of school, trying to find my way. But I don't know the rules, teach me how to play. You sure know what you're doing holding me this way. And I'll go where you lead me Anywhere you say. You've got me where you want me. So darling please be kind.

That shares our fate and deserves our pity I don't want to remember it all Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on There's a room in a hotel in New York City And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on Up above our heads droning on and on and on The

I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya I was troubled You know that I'm no good Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You say, "Why did you do it with him today?" And sniff me out like I was

I'm just a soiled dirty boy, Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading, Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face, Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away, With my love, That's all she's ever needed, from me It's my

There's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod One, two, three From the old sod to the new land We came over by the score We cut the ties said goodbye And closed the old world door

Got a real bad case of restless As I pace around my room The old urge has started stirring Must be the power of the moon Been feeling, oh, so nervous Since my loving's turned to mud And I hear that night wind howlin' It's time to find new blood, new

Go go. Go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to

Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Well closer to the heart, yeah And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality The blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity