Distractions, Reactions The only way to go is to go away Discarded, Retarded Before I let you go, you have to let me Maximize our prize of a record It's all on the path and the words are of murder This time I won't give in I will save you from my sins

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my

Carry me home Bear my weight on your shoulders Got to hold it up for him Nothing else matters And don't let go Midnight strikes, where is my prince? Lost my comfort, more time to think Broken and bruised, tell me what I am Feel so unused, help me find